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.