Father,
My anger is so consuming that
Toxic emotions rule my soul,
As I grit my teeth defiantly.
My fury clouds my judgment,
And my smile is far from my face.
Dark clouds diminish my countenance,
Warning others to stay clear.
I have vivid thoughts of revenge,
Of making my abusers pay a terrible price
For the injustice they’ve exacted upon me.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t like
The person I see—of the person I am becoming.
I spend my days feeding my anger,
Being consumed with hostile thoughts,
Which race repeatedly through my mind.
I’m consumed with retribution, enslaved by hatefulness.
I know that I’m not ready to forgive—not yet.
While I’m in this hostile state,
I need Your help more than ever.
Father, move me through this period quickly,
And allow me to forgive those—just like I’ve been forgiven.
While my anger dominates my consciousness,
Keep me from four things, from which there is no return:
From saying harsh words that can never be retrieved;
From wasting hours, fantasizing reprisals;
From self-defeating behavior because I am wounded;
And from wishing evil to come upon my adversaries.
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