Self-pity, what a wicked game you play
Convincing me all is forever lost
Luring me down a dangerous roadway
Anesthetizing pain at any cost
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Erecting an impenetrable wall
No unconditional love for others
Doubt and regret roars like a waterfall
Never silent these cruel tormentors
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Emotionless, unfriendly, distrustful
Abandoning hope of a better life
Welcoming scarceness as acceptable
Expecting no more till the afterlife
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But this is not what Jesus has promised
I am to live a life of fruitfulness
Victorious, brave, the Lord’s activist
Wholeheartedly trusting in His goodness
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Christ’s bold voice in the deafening darkness
Amazing light showcasing His glory
Compassionate and loving, not callous
No fearfulness, apathy, self-pity
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This day I choose a life of abundance
Overflowing with Christ’s grace and mercy
No longer meditating on absence
Believing my destiny won’t tarry
Be a VOICE shouting into the wilderness.
“CHRIST is returning!”
Great poem!
Thanks Ted! Who would have thought speaking from the heart would be so powerful? The Lord of course! Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderful week!
Amen!
Thank you for posting this. I’m going to meditate on it!
Thanks for visiting. Any revelations? Have a wonderful weekend!
The poem listed some symptoms of self-pity I hadn’t considered before. It gave me food for thought!