The line between venting and gossip Is too fine for my rage-blinded eyes to perceive. The dam which stems the bitter flood Of careless words is cracking. So teach me, oh my dear Lord Christ, Not to revel in commiseration Nor to flee to hidden corners And entrench my mind in a record of wrongs. I cast my cares upon You. My cross of frustration And false accusation I will place in the hands of true Justice, For I refuse to water the weeds with my tears.