God, Come To My Aid! Poem by Dr John Celes

I am tired;
I am weak;
Fighting devils
Throughout lifetime.

I’m confused;
I’m depressed;
Fighting world
Afilled with vice!

How longer, God
Can I patient be?
I feel all lost
In my misery.

This world is too much
For my tender heart;
Man is more beastly
Than I ever, thought.

When will things improve,
O God, I always ask?
Is life worth living,
And complete my given task?

God, come to my aid;
Rejuvenate me, Lord;
I feel akin a wounded bird,
Many times, shot!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-15-2008