At my Back

I heard You whisper, “stop that now”,

As thought formed into word.
I realized what I’d have said
Was kinder left unheard.
 
You caught me as my temper rose
And settled me back down,
Reminding me that anger’s flood
Is a bitter place to drown.
 
You’re always right behind me, Lord,
Reminding me to wait,
To think before I go too far,
Before it is too late.

And I don’t always listen, Lord,

Though I know that I should,
But You’re still there, reminding me
That I’d rather do good.