Eternal Hope

Bewildered and devoured
by a sea of circumstances.
My mind throttled,
braced today
dread tomorrow.
Every breath of joy,
of hope, of peace,
misplaced or erased.

So I besought Him:
Glorious Redeemer,
King of Kings,
Lord of Lords,
who cares,
who builds up,
who carries me
on his wings of glory
making me victorious
over the Prince Of Despair.

poem by Buxton Shippy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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