WHAT AN ANGRY HEART NEEDS
Someone hurt my feelings, made me look quite small,
They did not seem to care one bit how I felt at all,
Told me off for something that I had not even done,
I was humiliated, while others laughed and had fun.
I came home with an angry heart beating within me,
Of that cruel, deep anger I needed to be set free.
Go and punch him on the nose that’s what I wanted to do,
But I would not feel any better at least that much I knew.
What was it my angry heart needed on that miserable day?
To be nice and truly kind to him in some simple way!
This thought flooded my mind, spread, and softened my heart,
Charity never fails, if I strive God’s wisdom to impart.
Sweet charity blessed me that day with her gentle kiss,
Soothed my angry heart, filled my life with heaven’s bliss,
The next day I saw him, smiled and wished him well,
He was most surprised, by his expression you could tell.
Showed love and understanding every chance that I could,
Even his old heart softened, so it was not made of wood,
I realized that it was just the way he was, it was not just me,
Sweet charity opened up my heart so that I could truly see.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 9, 2002