Have you ever wondered just why it is
That people act as they do;
Why otherwise kindly, benevolent souls
Will act as if meant for the zoo?
You’ve seen it, I’m sure – you’ve witnessed the shame
The stomping, the snorting, the brays,
When a Christian who usually acts as he should
Discovers he can’t have his way.
And then in a way unbecoming his call
He’ll fume and he’ll fuss and he’ll pout,
‘Til the brethren are injured and friendships are lost
And the good name he’s had is worn out.
Dogs can be kenneled; bears can be caged
And kept from attacking at will;
But selfish church members, with unbridled tongues,
Can hurt – ever spiritually kill.
Mean-spirited words and vicious remarks
Can bring untold heartache to bear;
A soul can be damaged or maimed – even lost,
When ravaged by those who should care.
The Spirit of Jesus is just what we need
When dealing with life’s little hurts;
With His mind as ours, His footsteps our own,
Just think of the improvement at church!