Miss Distress
I’m Miss Distress…
Lurking as Mr. Pressures’ enigmatic mistress
Exposing your obvious reaction to any grievous stress
Midst what you testify as your tenacious fortress.
Oh, yes... this is Miss Distress inviting you to rest
In my pleasurable mirth of leisure’s crest…
Remember how you battled with my anguish-test?
For sure, you’ve never forgotten your triumphant best.
Anyway, Miss Distress* is here, unceasingly reminding
Your faith fortitude's steadfastness God is upholding…
Why not trust the Lord, His miracles beholding
As in His will, your heart is settled; His delight finding.
Thus, Miss Distress can only bid you good bye
If and when you cast your cares to Christ with submission cry
Seek Him in prayer; He's near though He reigns on high
As with compassion He reaches to you, verily nigh.
*Psalm 118:5 I called upon the LORD in distress: the LORD answered me, and set me in a large place.
September 23, 2019
Edited on February 11, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT L..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
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