Blest Quietude
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Once haunted by harrowing despair of the past
Miserably tortured, indeed feeling aghast
I sought the Prince of Peace*, my cares to Him I cast
He assured blest quietude I enjoyed at last.
Then there was time my soul faced challenging crises
I called to Christ Who with great compassion blesses
He made me trust assuring Scripture promises
Anchored on what His “Fear not” surely expresses.
When so exhausted midst excellent quest-striving
Almost wallowing in intellectual grieving
My mind had to give up pursuits of vain proving
To rest calmly in God’s truths for problem solving
Tired from attacks of arrogance-driven torment
In the guise of humble faith-propelled engagement
I yielded to the Lord’s steadfast empowerment
while fulfilling with joy stewardship commitment.
I thank the Almighty for His peace-bounty grant
Quieting my heart from pressures and distress’ rant
Enabling me to stay serenely jubilant
Living for Him by His grace, truly triumphant.
*Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
September 8, 2020
6th place, "Song I - Cold - Quiet Now" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack; judged on 9/23/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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