Poetry

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I yelled at my daughter again today.
I was so busy with laundry and chores.
Her toys were strewn about, right in my way,
Her clothes on the floor – not in drawers.

Then the woman who promised to help me
With my Sunday School class this week,
Called to tell me she just couldn’t get free.
My day really was looking bleak.

When I went to my car, to run to the store,
I found my rear tire was flat.
Frustration filled me, right to the core.
I was ready to blow – that was that.

My husband came home one hour late.
The chicken I grilled was now black!
The kids were grumpy, like lions in a crate.
When their Dad came, I cut him no slack.

I was glad when my family was finally in bed.
I was ashamed at my unplanned reactions
To the everyday troubles and roadblocks that fed
My anger and caused such distractions.

I had so much to do, was feeling such stress,
I’d forgotten my time with my Master.
Didn’t lay at his feet all I had to address.
My own efforts just led to disaster.

As I lay on my bed, moonlight streaming in
I finally gave it up to my Savior.
I felt he’d been waiting for me to give in,
To confess my shortfalls and behavior.

I drifted to sleep, feeling better by far
Than the rest of the day put together.
Although I had fallen so short of the bar,
Jesus’ love would not fail me – not ever!

When I woke in the morn, my outlook was brighter,
I would not live this day like the last.
God’s mercies were new, my burden was lighter.
In all trouble I would hold to him fast.

I rose from my bed, then got to my knees,
Bowed my head in humble submission.
“O Lord, help me honor your name, and please
Help me have a heart of contrition.”

I opened my Bible, and began to read,
My Lord was so faithful to guide.
Now I was ready, naught else did I need,
I could stand strong against any tide.

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