Rising Triumphantly
Once attacked by persecution-puncture
My soul did wallow in misery’s pain
Beseeching for mercy’s rescue gesture
Only God could grant along His grace-gain.
So hurt with discontentment’s grievous stab
Piercing my heart, sorrowing midst crises
The Saviour reached out to me in love’s jab
Showing me His rich supply that blesses.
At times in pain by bitterness’ sharp stake
My spirit would succumb to hatred fall
The Lord be thanked for His revival wake
Quickening me to yield to His love-call.
When broken inescapable woe
Seemingly helpless in despair’s distress
My mind, subdued by skepticism foe
Found succor in Christ, the shielding fortress.
From being impaled, I rise… triumphant
As my faith clings well to the Almighty
He enables me to be jubilant
In serving Him with praise-sincerity*.
*Joshua 24:14 Now therefore fear the LORD, and serve him in sincerity and in truth…
July 24, 2019
3rd place, "NA the day away" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 9/7/2019.
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