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Claytia Doran

Lord, I threw a fit, today.
You see, I didn't get my way.
I expected too much of others.
I didn't take time to pray.

I tried to do things my way,
Instead of doing them for you.
I ranted and raved and carried on.
I threw a pity party or two.

Lord, I threw a fit, today.
My frustration took first place.
I carried on, with an attitude.
I was ahead, running the rat race.

Then, you smiled and touched my heart,
And I saw the footprints in the sand.
I suddenly felt so ashamed,
As I reached over and took your hand.

I slowed my pace, beside you,
And I felt the glory of your way.
Lord, can you ever forgive me
For the fit I threw, today?