Ecstatic Praise

Self-inflicted wounds causing misery Sins do shut my soul from joyous worship Robbing me of God-granted victory. Toward triumphant faithful stewardship I pursue through Christ’s fortifying might Vanquishing oppressive vain partnership. While in the Saviour’s sweet communion light My spirit enjoys lovingkindness Loathing to miss His warm presence-delight. Upon the Almighty’s truth-steadfastness I stay in His wisdom’s excellency Learning from Scriptures for service-gladness. Ceaselessly cleaving on to God’s mercy My heart thanks Him midst praises’* ecstasy. *Psalm 56:12 Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. August 6, 2019 1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND you choose" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/18/2021.