righteous? anger

the gall, it rises, to my throat
I know not how to quell it
too many spats o’er storm and boat
the gall, it rises, to my throat
so now I’m tempted – drawbridge. moat.
my heart, I cannot sell it
the gall, it rises, to my throat
I know not how to quell it

when love and indignation muddle
’tis hard – which to express?
both out at once – a mess, a puddle
when love and indignation muddle
I see a group in holy huddle
debate God’s need to wrongs address
when love and indignation muddle
’tis hard – which to express?

God gives, no doubt, my life is full
it seems so right to share
but airing faith – less food – love’s null
God gives, no doubt, my life is full
the china breaks, in runs the bull
whatever is he doing there?
God gives, no doubt, my life is full
it seems so right to share

grant me wisdom, patience, kindness
lest I keep tossing out grenades
the truth is that the blind see blindness
much better than my eyesight aids
“God’s will be done” – sounds like resignedness
grant me wisdom, patience, kindness
lest I keep tossing out grenades

who’s in the right or wrong? it matters
one can’t just throw up hands
in times of bloody shots and spatters
who’s in the right or wrong? it matters
one life intact, one life in tatters
do lives of “wholeness” rule the lands?
who’s in the right or wrong? it matters
one can’t just throw up hands