Of all the explorations
Seeked I, for joy
Could find real merry
Only in the Mighty Sword!
Many are my experiences
To jot down few
Unmet expectations to disappointment
Sturdy disappoints to discouragement.
And as a series
Discouragement prolonged to depression
Frustration is anew form of it
Thus left me in suicidal pits.
Ouch! What a fool am I?
To blind fold myself
From turning unto LORD
For HIS Abiding Grace!
Very soon; dissappointment with God
Traversed me to Godly sorrow
To repent, convict my sinfulness.
Now to win souls for my Creator!
From depression, you have scaled such heights to reach God. Now you work to earn souls for Him. Remarkable progress, Queeny...... This is what we call the ' Pilgrim's progress'!
For a poet, pen is like a sword with which one writes one's heart out. Lovely sentimental poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From darkness to light- - Your poem rediscovers faith- -A very well written poem, thanks for sharing.