God Will Help Me Poem by Mary Nagy

God will give me patience
to deal with evil things.
He will block it out for me....
I hear the angels sing.

My mind's become polluted
with mean and cruel remarks.
This poem will be my cleansing
from the big dog's lonely barks.

I've fallen far from virtue.
I took that poisoned bite.
At least I regained composure
before the title fight.

No longer will I worry.
I won't reach out my hand.
You made your bed, now lie in it.
I'm sure you understand.