I was leafing through a book of poetry the other day and came across this one by an unknown author. It hit home for me and probably will for most of us.
When I have lost my temper I have lost my reason, too.
I'm never proud of anything which angrily I do.
When I have talked in anger and my cheeks were flaming red,
I have always uttered something which I wish I hadn't said.
In anger I have never done a kindly deed or wise,
But many things for which I felt I should apologize.
In looking back across my life, and all I've lost or made,
I can't recall a single time when fury ever paid.
So I struggle to be patient, for I've reached a wiser age,
I do not want to do a thing or speak a word in rage.
I have learned by sad experience that when my temper flies
I never do a worthy thing, a decent deed or wise.
Prov 14:17,29 He that is soon angry dealeth foolishly: and a man of wicked devices is hated. He that is slow of wrath is of great understanding: but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.
Eccl. 7:9 Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry: for anger resteth in the bosom of fools.
Col 3:8 But now ye also put off all these; anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy communication out of your mouth.
James 1:19-20: Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.