My repeated anger becomes a choking rope
That coils around my body, brain, and soul.
Swiftly shifting “fact“ to “fact,”
I blot out love, compassion… with corrupt control and
Connect distorted dots into an old distorted whole.
I struggle to make meaning, but collapse.
Could I win? Perhaps. Then, No! I can only lose.
For deceived, I believe that leaving anger means I lose.
Yet my constant anger also means I stand accused of sin and lose!
For in repeated anger there’s no faith! No healing, gratitude, or hope,
Only the tormenting, whipping-winding rope.
“Who will deliver me from this body of sin and death?” The answer comes.
He will! *
Anger recedes. Hope returns. One more battle won
On this daunting journey out of shadow to the Son,
Out of sin to faith and trust in the Three-In-One.
*I fully commit to being a doer of the Word, not a hearer only deceiving myself. (James 1:22)
I will confess my anger and not let hold on to it (and give place to the devil.) (Ephesians 4:26)
I trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not unto my own understanding,
but in all my ways I acknowledge him. He will direct my paths. (Proverbs 3:5-6)
Author's Note: Feel free to share this poem. Please do not make any changes and do note me as the author: Dr. Beth Blevins Cuje' April 8, 2014