The Room

There’s a room in my castle called anger
which I try to ignore and hide,
but every so often, the door pops open,
and everyone see’s what’s inside.
The room to me is a shame I must say
it’s not brightly painted, but black and grey.
The curtains are drab, the windows are dim
and I must admit, not much light gets in.

There’s times when I go to this room alone
I sit and complain and mumble and moan,
There’s times when I try to take other’s there
but they look at me in horror and stare.
Me thinks I must sweep this room today
get rid of the cobwebs so dark and grey,
clean the windows and let the light come in
scrub those floors and walls of anger and sin.

And now my room is sunny and gay,
a place where my worries all hurry away,
and peace like a river shines down from above
I open the door and my heart gives out love.
The cleaning I thought it would never end
but somebody helped, it was Jesus my Friend….

The work was hard and the labourers few,
but I know we’ve made a good start,
and with my Friend, we’ll clean to the end
that dirty old room in my heart.

The Room

littlestmonkey

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

This was written quite a few years ago, when I was struggling with anger.

Continually giving it to the Lord is what helped, and like any room in any house it needs to be cleaned on a regular basis.

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