In my rage I screamed at the night
because it seemed like I was alone.
Wrath filled and blinded my sight
and it hurt to the marrow of bone.
My ignorance was great and a wall
that love couldn't touch my core.
I hurt so many that I had to fall
in the way that I chose to ignore.
Love was there for me all the time
but I conquered the angel of love.
Many mistakes I had in my prime
and I gave love a forced shove.
But love was greater than myself
and its wrath conquered my anger.
It relieved me the burden of self
for it knew I was a stranger.
Daily I admit love is greater
and I was just a fool to love.
I wasn't strong being a hater
but loves fills me from above.
Love's wrath makes me feel small
and it dominates all that I know.
But it builds me up so I am tall;
It is the sweetest wrath I know.
