I do the things I shouldnít, and donít do those I should
Whatís inside that makes me act as if I am no good.
Sometimes words shoot out when anger is my game
Like bullets hitting targets--people hurt--then Iím ashamed.
Weekends when help is needed, I run the other way
Who has time for chores when thereís barely time to play,
Upon my return from my favored fishing hole
A cloud of guilt descends and settles in my soul.
Once when teacher caught me chewing gum inside the school
I lied and said I didnít know about that stupid rule.
Her squinting eyes warned me I was skatiní on thin ice,
But I argued with her ďwhatís the harmĒ--not once--but twice!
My older sister primps in the bathroom much too long
So I hid an ugly frog in a place he didnít belong;
With much anticipation I waited for her scream
Then laughed shamelessly--tell me, why am I so mean.
Last week my best pal, Billyís pitchiní arm got broke
Instead of feeling sad, my thoughts deserved a poke;
Maybe now the coachíll put me on the mound,
Today my conscience needs the peace that Billy found.
Now the sun is resting and my room is painted dark,
My quiet talk with God ignited a holy spark,
Iím pretty sure tomorrow Iíll be good as good can be,
Doing things I oughta--I put God in charge of me.
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