Make No Mistake

I don't want to be a master of the cutting remark Really, I don't.
But so often I have taken this road--
jabbing an insult at someone

Because I wanted to be like... I don't know...
Using terrible sarcasm to make point that makes me feel like I'm All that.
Sweetness is squashed.
Tenderness, and the simple belief that there is love,
and things will work out Are washed down the drain.

I hate that. Make no mistake, I hate it!
But how can you tell when I
hold onto the control that seems to raise me up...

At least for now?

I have stepped on the kindness
precious to me
(because on TV that's what they do).
But I hate it...make no mistake.

I wanted to look like (I don't know) who
for a couple minutes...so
I blew it. The cutting remarks took the place of the grace
I wanted to show.
Just know that at these times, I am a liar.
It is hard to behave my way through...
And the cutting remark takes the place of
the grace I wanted to show.
Just know that I'm sorry,
and pray that the tender heart God gave me will come through.


CES (C)2010.