My Hope's Abode
Midst deafening echo of skepticism and doubt
My hope* in God prevails through faith’s reverberating shout.
Anchored upon spiritual constitution, the Scriptures
My hope’s abode is secured around wisdom of certainty pastures.
When lured by worldly delight along fleshly, sensual pleasure
My hope --- I admit --- succumbs to the carnal lioness, offering lust’s leisure.
In my dissociation entanglements caused by unrighteous engagements
The Lord upholds me, redirecting me to His service of heavenly involvements.
Hence, to the Saviour be all the honour and praise for my hope’s victory
While I yield to Him my all, even my dreams and visions ... devoted for His glory.
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
July 16, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT J ,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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