It’s Going to Take Some Prayer

For years I’ve been reacting, in a way, quite like a child.
When someone tells me something and I let it get me riled.
Been way too damn defensive.  Why that is, I’m not quite sure.
Acknowledgement, it seems to me’s the first step to the cure.

I’ve broken lots of, real nice things.  Some not so nice as well.
It shames me, of the stories, how, so many, I’ve to tell.
I’ve said a lot of hurtful words, where others did the paying.
I’d often shoot my mouth off, with no thought, what I was saying.

Inflicting painful injuries.  The kind that do not heal.
I’m hurting for my children and the way that they must feel.
I hope we can forget the past.  Erase the words I’ve said.
Get focused on a future bright.  Have happy thoughts instead.

God has the answer for me.  I will search until I find it.
I’ll put it out in front of me and, boldly, stand behind it.
Until I get this problem fixed, I must remain aware.
That it won’t go away like that.  It’s going to take some prayer.