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Against Hatred's Virulence
Pleading for genuine peace midst cries’ silence
my restless heart breathed out despair sigh
torturing soul, miserably fearful
as angst wafted prevailing hopelessness.
Lurking was my skeptical somnolence
revealing my doubt and sure unbelief
exalting arrogant selfishness’ height
ignoring gentle spiritual prompting.
Oh, I once was gripped with vain insolence
drifting along sin-condemnation flow
wallowing in depravity’s quagmire
needing God’s salvation and forgiveness.
Reached-out by Christ’s sacrifice*-verity
I thank the Lord for His great love to share
triumphing against hatred’s virulence.
*Ephesians 5:2 And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.
March 24, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND NO 710" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/29/2020.
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Beata Agustin
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