When the fists are flying and the baby's crying
and your blood's at a hundred degrees
When the screen doors open and you're just not
coping and you can't see the wood for the trees
When you're right on the verge of flippin' your lid,
don't take it out on the other kids.
It's time for a whole lot of self -control.
It's time to fix your eyes
on the heavenly goal.
It's time to keep in step with the
Spirit if you're gonna put
your big foot in it.
Profess your sin and con
sider the good of your soul
And pray for a whole lot of self control
When you bite your tongue and
you hammer your thumb
And your brain is starting to ache, ow ow
When the traffic's crawling
and the mower's stalling
And you're just about fit to break
When you're getting
hassled beyond belief
Don't give everybody else the grief
It's time for a whole lot of self -control
It's time to fix your eyes on
the heavenly goal
Well, it's time to keep in step with the
Spirit
If you're gonna put your big foot in it
Confess your sin and con
sider the good of your soul
And pray for a whole lot of
self -control
The insults hurt and you're
down in the dirt
You're just about to rant
and rave
Remember
Christ who paid the price
and took your place in the grave.
You can go ballistic,
pull out your hair,
or commit yourself into
His care.
It's time for a whole lot of self -control.
It's time to fix your eyes
on the heavenly goal.
It's time to keep in step with the
Spirit
If you're gone and put your big foot in it
Confess your sin,
consider the good of your soul
And pray for a whole lot of self
And pray for a whole lot of self
You gotta pray for a whole lot of self -control