A cuss here
A cuss there
(But never too loud)
Then I reasoned, “What the …”
I got loud because
I (pretended) I really didn’t care.
I thought I was cute—even funny.
I didn’t notice when people ran away from me.
I didn’t realize no one wanted to be near me.
I didn’t see that I wasn’t a social magnet—the life of the party.
When she told me I wasn’t wanted I was distressed.
- Could I change?
- Should I change?
- Would I change?
Yes, I wanted to change.
- I wanted to stop being lonely.
- I wanted friends.
- I wanted to belong
Every cuss became an opportunity to behave differently.
Suddenly I cringed when I cussed out loud.
Gradually cussing became a whisper
Deliberately I made the effort to quit doing what I hated.
Change is possible if you want to.
Otherwise you will continue to be a thief
- Robbing yourself,
- Robbing others and
- Robbing the Lord God you say you love.