Under the lash of their resentment
I sit serene in quiet contentment.
Spurred on by sacred symmetry
my pen pours out pure poetry.
My so-called sin and conscience cruel
condemn me, but I’m no one’s fool.
These monsters, Christ did deem as dross,
and crucified them on His cross!
My path, therefore, is paved with peace.
The Lord has caused the storms to cease.
To hell with feckless accusations
from friends and foes and rude relations!
My pen tells truth, come Hell's high-water.
The sword of God’s good word will slaughter
the slander on those toadies’ tongues,
and stop their sycophantic songs.
Under the lash of their resentment
I sit serene in quiet contentment.
With faith, I fight my foolish fears,
and soldier on, but shed no tears.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2022 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: "No condemnation now I dread Jesus, and all in Him, is mine Alive in Him, my living Head And clothed in righteousness divine Bold I approach the eternal throne And claim the crown, through Christ my own"
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
'your own, personal
faith, is - as you
wield it, to be
or will-it, to free
your own, individuality...;
if it works for you
then treasure it
empower yourself with it
walk with eyes open
and heart's, invested
and you can utilise it, fully...!'
let the rest, simply
be..
(more power to you, dear Poet
utilise your Poetry
wash yourself free of regret's reins
free yourself to traverse life, aiming
for future's awaiting, gifts)
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