Not the Man I Used to be

Some people think I am always strong,
But there are times they would be wrong.
My family can tell you without pause,
I am far from prefect, I have my flaws.

Sometimes the words spoken in haste,
By people who think of me as a waste;
Invoke thoughts of violence and wrath.
The scars run deep from my sin filled past.

Those in position, who see themselves higher,
Spark my anger and fan it to a raging fire.
I know it is I that has allowed this to be;
And only the love of God can change me.

I do not claim to have changed on my own;
It’s the blood of Christ that sins are atoned.
When I find the world getting the best of me,
I remember the cross and He who set me free.

You need to understand, the man you see,
Is not the same sinful man that used to be.
My Lord came in mercy and grace to save,
This wicked man from death and the grave.