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Shelter Me, Lord

Lamenting over failure-caused anguish Feeling doomed by pride’s weakness, I languish… Lord, my gloomy aura, You extinguish Shelter* me with love soul can distinguish. Beneath the shade of grief’s weeping willow Midst hurts, ten times worst, wherein I wallow Your pill of comfort I seek to swallow While I supine upon faith-trust’s pillow. Your sheltering love is my great buttress Shielding me against guilt-sickness’ distress Surpassing idyllic haven’s mattress Anchored upon truth of Eden’s fortress. Lord, You’re my wise Adviser, omniscient Great Counselor with prudence, efficient Not incidental, timely proficient You shelter me with comfort … sufficient. *Psalm 61:3 For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy. July 22, 2019 2nd place, "Rhyme using given words" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 8/4/2019.

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Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 8/5/2019 8:58:00 AM

A wonderful faith filled poem. Congrats on your win.

Lu Loo

Date: 8/4/2019 2:51:00 PM

beautifully full of faith and hope...thank you for your participation and congratulations on your win. :)-luloo

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/22/2019 4:51:00 AM

"Beneath the shade of grief’s weeping willow Midst hurts, ten times worst, wherein I wallow" - This sounds painful and sad; Beata, you have my prayers.