Lord, this is my problem;
Today, the mood within me is foul.
It is ugly, mean and downright hateful
And if my friends and I value our relationships
We’re going to keep our distance
Or it won’t stop ’til one of us throws in the towel.
Lord, I recognize the anger boiling in me isn’t balanced.
It isn’t interested in any more information
And I’ve tolerated all this woman can.
For this one period in time can’t they just be quiet?
Or one of us will be shocked I ever kept anything silenced.
Lord, it isn’t one thing I’m ticked off about,
So warn others to not try to reason with this ugliness,
They, nor You have to accept it,
Run in the opposite direction quickly!
But if they choose to stay and prod the bear, the mean is coming out.
Today, Lord, I would like to slap the smugness,
The arrogance, the entitlement right out of people,,
So I plea with them to back away, far away
And take their immaturity right along with them,
Cause I am angry with no desire for righteousness.
Lord, You know the many times I have kept my temper,
I have looked at it from all sides,
I have tried to understand for the children’s sake,
I have prayed and given things time to settle,
But today my off switch is stuck on anything but off or simmer.
Lord, You brought these friends into my life for a reason,
Never before have our differences been so apparent,
Our hearts cores so clearly exposed
Our understanding so obviously in different camps.
Is this Your way to say our friendship is out of season?
For today let’s keep me off of Facebook,
Nurture Your love in me and Your thoughts,
If this is Your way of calling me to take a stand,
To be an opposing voice to the rhetoric,
Let me react in a godly way and with a Christ-like look.
Meanwhile Lord, can we just keep everyone silent?
Between the pain, the uncomfortableness,
The lack of self-control with taking the medicine,
And the hormones racing through me,
I need silence, blindness or sleep mercifully sent.
Lord, this is my problem.