Doubt-Filled Believer's Confession

The LORD is my Shepherd*; but I have goat’s charm Thus, I shall not blame Him when I face dearth-alarm... He protects me; yet in carnality, my body agonizes in pain While He directs, my feet are stubborn in search for worldly gain… He fires up my freezing soul toward spiritual revival As my sins like filthy rags keep clinging to my survival… Yes, I’m convinced of the Almighty’s presence midst attacking doubts So I beg His rod and staff to smite my unbelief to win against fleshly bouts… Cognizant of the Saviour’s blessings and bountifulness “Why is my cup not running over?” cries my heart in faithlessness… Indeed, God loves me, reaching down to offer His saving grace and mercy Woe unto me if I neglect eternal life by not trusting Jesus, defying His clemency. *Psalm 23:1 “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.” (KJV) December 23, 2020 3rd place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (45)" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/19/2021.