Ever Present Danger
Anger is not of the Spirit;
It must be dealt with and expelled,
No one needs to wear it,
It's a dead tree that needs be felled.
Criticism and anger at the good,
Has already taken place.
He has been crucified on the wood,
By a self estranged race.
Anger is born of Pride,
and fear is very near it.
It boils up from the inside,
and spews at those who hear it.
Pride is a formidable foe,
That is an ever present danger
Applied to the seeds that we sow.
It's name is justifiable anger.
There are a myriad of excuses
to proclaim the seething sentence,
Justified by internal ruses,
Leaving no room for repentance.
Pride belongs to no one.
It is itself the owner,
Flaring as spots in the sun,
Both legion and loner.
Anger is not of the Spirit,
It must be first dealt with and expelled.
No sojourner needs to wear it,
It leaves no room for the Spirit to dwell.
I must grow and leave anger behind.
By myself, ...myself I will betray.
Oh Good, crucified on the wood,
Be my Light and my Way.
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