BESEECHING PLIGHT
Seeking for help like babe who cries
I beseech God to heal my soul
midst need yon light for grievous eyes...
oh, so longing to be made whole.
In praying to the Almighty
my heart wrestles for earnest plight
as teardrops show sincerity
for success of triumphant flight.
Communing with good Lord brings joy
amidst teardrops, sorrow and pain
smiting worry and doubt that annoy
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Supplication to Christ always
upon His inviting altar
builds faith marked by teardrops of praise
knowing that He is never far.
Intimacy with gracious King
of compassion and teardrop thrill
guards my will from guilty lurking
to soar along truth of growth hill.
Around Saviour’s compassion bond
my spirit claims prayer victory
midst teardrop sobs, sans magic wand
assured of miracles' glory!!!
*Psalm 39:12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
June 18, 2023
edited on April 17, 2024
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2023
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