Beyond Whispers
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I can’t just whisper my thanksgiving* to God
for His blessings’ bounty, verily innumerable:
He opens windows of heaven, pouring wondrous bestowments
granting wisdom, discretion, and prudence
being my Teacher through the Scriptures for my spiritual nurture.
Indeed, whispers can’t contain my gratitude to the Lord
My Saviour Who assures me eternal redemption
sanctifying, purging my soul from confessed guilt
graciously enveloping me with serenity’s bliss
since He’s the Prince of peace.
Beyond whispers, I declare my thanks to Christ
Who unceasingly strengthens my stewardship endeavour
cheering me midst life’s trials
revitalizing my faith's commitment
to live for Him, loving with with all my might, as I take His yoke.
Thus, with reverberating whispers of gratefulness
I draw nigh to the Almighty
beseeching His charity’s kindness
for ministerial vibrancy
of triumphant reaching-out pursuits, worth sharing.
*2Corinthians 9:11 Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.
June 14, 2020
7th place, "Whisper to me II" Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/16/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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