ANGER AND THE CROSS

This willful anger in my heart now tears
The hearts of others who for me so care;
But heart of mine is captured by that snare
Of Satan who lured me into his lair. 
To enter lair was my free choice to make
At first, but now that habit deep within,
Beyond my power by my choice to break,
For I am now a slave to that vile sin.
My being held together by that hate-
Infected heart, which Cross alone can clean,
Make new again; I hope it’s not too late
To call on Him to me from anger wean. 
Come, Jesus, nurse me on your one True Vine;
Make my heart clean by your true Blood-Red Wine