Yielding To the Divine Transformer
I yield
my self-conceit
…disguised…
as sheer meekness;
false humility
radiating
deceit,
needing God
for His pardon.
Here am I
surrendered
to Christ's love and might
ready to be transformed
through His divine nature*...
Albeit a snake
tamed am I graciously
by the Sovereign Charmer...
Grateful, my heart praises Him!
*2Peter 1:4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
September 6, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
13th place, "Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 7/4/2022.
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