Cancer of My Soul
My soul's sovereign Physician finally gave the verdict
Revealing His truth-sealed righteousness-stamped diagnosis:
I'm afflicted with loathsome sin-cancer He did predict.
Stinking with hypocrisy's denial, I clung to healing divine
Smiting pride's virus with His compassionate “You’re mine.”
I desperately needed His saving, cleansing blood for glorious prognosis.
Midst grievous terminal stage of soul-debility
God, life's Source, reached down to me with His wondrous love
Restoring, reviving me by His forgiveness-bounty.
Receiving His life eternal grant thru faith's engagement
I'm freed from death-hell's wages of sin-cancer's indictment
Re-created to serve, exalting Christ*, heavenly above.
*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.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Rhyme Time 7- Deep and Dark" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 1/14/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2018
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