When Doubt-Stricken
When discontentment grips my soul
stricken with “if only” litany
midst tormenting doubts attacking…
…helplessly beseeching for escape flight
while wallowing in failure along frustration angst ---
My Lord hoists my faith, reviving my heart
toward triumphant service.
Cognizant of uncertainty-filled response
to future upon insecurities' “maybe" flood
my carnality pursues gainful personal whim
making me swerve from devotion-vow
retreating into convenience and comfort ---
My God drives my commitment ardor
in building lives, vanquishing selfishness, indeed vain.
As skepticism obscures sublime vision
magnifying “sometime” pleasure
distracting heavenly focus…
my human nature succumbs to festive dainties
yet suffocating my spirit ---
My Saviour through His redeeming love*
reaches out to me with revival peace glow.
*2Corinthians 13:11 “… Be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you.”
August 4, 2020
3rd place, "If only, maybe, sometimes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/5/2020.
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