I struggle with the same old thing
Lord I know you’re sick of hearing
I failed again to pass the test
My actions less than endearing
Wisdom is a matter of being wise in the midst
I’m mostly wise after the event
I see the error of my ways in retrospect
Changing course midstream is an act I’d respect
I’m ashamed of my outbursts over and again
Frustration, aggravation causing me to sin
Losing my cool, my blood pressure pumped
I missed another good chance to shut up!
Yet God knows my struggle
He’s heard my cry
In the aftermath of my actions
I turn my face to the sky
Praying again for forgiveness
Now my heart sings
As my Lord forgives me again
For the same old thing