God Subdues My Melancholic Moments
In my melancholic turmoil moments besieged with pain
As I groan along mocking injustice terrain
Languishing in misery brought by deceit of betrayal stain
Sorrowing* midst righteous verdict I hope to gain…
My God offers to me His grace, never vain.
I draw near to Him, placing my life into His mercy’s domain.
In my melancholic turbulent days against guiltiness’ cohort
When I cry for divine aid and support
Excruciating from my downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to my worldliness and its carnality-haunting escort …
My Saviour pours His mercy for my ultimate resort.
I draw nigh to Him, laying my faith upon His strength’s fort.
In my melancholic troubled times of grievous despair
That I need urgent care
Beseeching for an assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare…
My Lord presents His promises which His words declare.
I abide in Him, exposing my soul to His victorious stare.
*"Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better." Ecclesiastes 7:3
July 21, 2019
5th place, "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 7/23/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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