Blank Slate
In my blank slate status…
serenity engulfs my soul
whenever I’m enclosed by God’s presence
with His providence sealing me
and sovereign protection serving as my fortress.
With my blank slate admission…
grace reigns over my heart
as the Saviour draws me nigh to Him
toward gratitude for redemption, eternally assured
along His complete pardon for iniquities and guilt.
Midst my blank slate discontentment…
mercy confounds my murmurings
revealing urgent need for provisions
since the Lord replenishes well
granting wondrous satisfaction.
Wallowing in my blank slate emptiness…
hypocrisy towers over my pride
yet, I’m promised by the Creator
heavenly wealth beyond measure
that vanquishes self-pity for impoverished fate.
Despite my blank slate struggles…
the Sovereign enables my revival
against despair of sin-caused anguish
for the Holy Spirit empowers me
while I cleave to sublime strength to do what’s right.
Triumphant over allurement of blank slate comfort zone
I strive for spiritual replenishment
delighted to commune with the Almighty
around bond of intimate fellowship
where my sighs He eases with comfort.
Bestowed with divine nature against blank slate perspective
I persist to fulfill my new-creature* roles
by faith that surmounts trials
while serving Christ and to others ministering
joyously testifying about His abounding love for all.
*2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
February 10, 2023
5th place, "UPTO YOU AGAIN" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/8/2023.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2023
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