Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 10,477 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Our Ziklag Times - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello

Oh what pain consumes our hearts!
Gnawing fears and despondency,
With all jobs lost, income departs,
And the homeless dwell in famined economy.

Now where are the money crutches we had?
Weren't those our firm securities?
Our wealth, our homes, our little gods,
Our empty thrones of prosperity.

In our distress we cry out loud,
In anguish for the loss of all we own,
No more room for the haughty and proud,
For we come to reap what we have sown.

Only in distress will we seek Him,
When we have no more strength to weep,
Unless the suffering hems us in,
We won't give God our lives to keep.

With God all things are possible!
And no global economy can hold Him,
An Awesome God Who is more than able
To reverse Ziklag and our lands redeem.

'Before you call I will answer,
While you are yet speaking I will hear.
For I Am the Lord there is no other,
Return to Me and I will draw near.

I Am the Lord there is no other,
I form the light and the darkness,
I bring prosperity and create disaster,
I, the Lord, do all these things.'

(Isaiah 45: 6-7)

Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 25,2009

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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