You are the greater Judge.

 

I will not let anger poison my tongue,
though it burns like fire in my chest.
Today she stepped between my words and my future,
cutting the thread of my voice mid-air.

I was speaking with hope in my hands,
with courage trembling but alive—
and she tried to bend the air,
to twist the meaning of my plea.

She moved like a shadow in daylight,
interrupting, reshaping, interfering—
as if my dream were something fragile
she could crush beneath a careless heel.

Yes, my heart cried out in fury.
Yes, I felt the sting of injustice.
But I will not become what I despise.

O God, shield me from those
who smile while they sabotage,
who whisper while they wound.
Guard my steps from hidden traps.
Strengthen my voice so no one
can silence the truth You placed in me.

If she meant harm,
You are the greater Judge.
If she wished to block my path,
You are the One who opens doors no one can close.

Let justice rise without my hatred.
Let peace grow where anger tried to live.
And if consequences must come,
let them come by Your wisdom—not my rage.

I will walk forward.
I will speak again.
I will trust that what is meant for me
cannot be stolen by interruption.