Overcoming Torture of Frustration
I loathe the grief of frustration torture
Especially when my care-giving work is jeopardized
Caused by misjudgment of no regard to rendered sacrifices
Bringing to naught my volunteerism-spirit
Prodded with love’s motive, optimized graciously.
When gripped by the torments of failure’s misery
I cling to God and cleave to His power with faith
Confessing faults, admitting incompetence...
Delighting in His pardon, I move toward stewardship triumph’s height
While defying self-pity’s dominance.
Thus, I conquer awful downfall guilt
Overcoming taunting mockery of negative criticism
Striving as champion midst persistence-bout
Vanquishing allurements toward comfort zone lingering
Prevailing over clouts of scheming vanities.
Here I bask in the Lord's assured freedom around joyous peace
...Plunging into His compassionate rejuvenation
Believing that He knows my servant’s heart
As well as my intentions’ secrets which echo sincerity’s shouts…
Despite unfair treatments, I trust God’s perfect judgment*, always best!
*Deuteronomy 32:4 He is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he.
October 12, 2018
2nd place, "Any New Free Verse Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 10/28/2018.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2018
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