Impatient

Those days I‘d rather be alone,

They come too often, Lord.

I’m running low on patience where

Where I’ve always kept it stored.

Yet that impatience that I feel,

I have been brought to see,

Is not well served directed out,

But should be turned to me.

For all the flaws that drive me mad

Have a place in my heart,

And, If I want to change things up,

Then I’m the place to start.

So help me, Lord, not to be caught

Impatient with someone

Until I’ve fix the problem’s source.

I’m where it’s all begun.