GRACE-BEAUTY MIDST AILMENT-SADNESS
Once my prime human fortress, indeed great
Now, he's helpless... gripped with paralysis
My father who aided my first step-straight
Needed lifting-up on a constant basis.
His strength, blessed by God's help, became my might
My growing he guided with His wisdom
How I nestled in his caring delight
Around his loving disciplined freedom.
Seeing Dad struggling, oppressed by ailment
Presses me for faith's fervent prayer zeal
Infirmities afflict but a moment
Since the Lord is ever-ready to heal*.
My father's sickness graciously demands**
My heavenly Father's beautiful hands.
*Psalm 6:2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
**The Almighty God called my Daddy Roberto Agustin to His heavenly home where there,Dad is healed completely whole on January 2, 2019 at 5:25PM (Philippine Time), almost eleven hours after this poem was posted. Indeed, "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints" (Psalm 116:115). To God be the glory!
January 2, 2019
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 163" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2019.
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