Prayer of the Neophyte Servant
Draw me nigh, God of supreme Providence, to Thy heart of love---
with Thy kindness’ fervor, rescue my dolorous soul…
…in need of Thy mercy’s radiance.
I beseech Thee to rekindle by Thy truth's glory
the smolder of my shallow commitment flirting with the world…
…wallowing in its lecherous intimacy.
Enable me, Thy neophyte steward
to serve Thee with earnest zeal…
…against the bombast of self-glory’s arrogance.
By Thy grace*, keep me ascending toward faith-performance heights
extricated from any genuine praise-inhibition…
…though in my weakness, I flounder along triumphant worship pursuits.
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
May 28, 2019
3rd place, "Eight word free verse challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/21/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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