DISAPPOINTED

Long I labored, this wind to tame
Sowed all my hopes in earthly brains,
Their faith wavered like candle flame;
Away, hanging on the Night, plain!

Promises I smoked like cigars.
Like pooch, I enjoyed sniffing words,
Wagged my tail for pompous liars
And now they have my ire incurred.

Foolish me! The fault bears my seal;
I see now that the Writ is right!
If I prayed, would God not me heal,
And keep my life from long-term plight?

“Cursed is the one that trusts in man”
Clemency, gracious King, I plead!
Scoop me out of this flaming pan
Lest I be cooked as Satan‘s feed!

For “Vain is man’s deliverance.” –
This You’ve proven in my distress…
Give to me, Lord, another chance,
Without you, I remain a mess!

It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man (Psalm 119:8).

Written by: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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