“My Resting Place”

“Our world is shaken with burdens we have never known. Hope seems futile, so we run to every temporary outlet to settle fear deep within. Let’s look deeper as we rest in the Strength of Elohim our strong creator. My love for you is from a place of sincere understanding.”

“Let’s share through poetic prayerful insight of how it feels to rest our souls and its many burdens upon the ONLY ONE who can save us from self destruction.”

My strength has succumbed before the natural wonders of this world

Strife of every kind has entered without welcome into my feeble last reserves

Endless prophetic articulations have exhausted my mental intrigue

Rumors compiling without mercy before my need of justice pleas

Life’s dark shadows increase with rugged terrains endless in storms plight

Elohim with His strength has penetrated my conscious rampant with lament tears in sight of this fragile soul

Vast visions of desperate need have been called to surrender into His Holy Sabbath rest

Impressing upon many labors pain they have not been in vain

Expansions of His grace has sealed prophetic fruition to sustain days in dark regret

My comfort, the sweet respite of our meaningful love affairs providential care

Husbandman of secure fidelity anchors my soul upon peaceful harbors gentle breeze

Issues of life complicated by the intellectual resistance of my human prideful might

Claims of authority parted from lips of desperate inner need to control my destiny’s every acclaim

My existence too fragile to admit the pain must be relinquished of its sinful scheme

Elohim is my resting place gifted with luxuries untold of its depth in mercies glory

Perhaps my fruitless attempts overwhelmed my inner strength humbled to the simplicities of His loving rest

Resting upon His strength never in questionable remorse or endangered by human vindication

Promises nestled in my heart to believe without perspective of monumental idols of human understanding

Grace beholds the strong tower of my creator, Elohim the majesty of my soul

His shield of hope perseveres without frustrations endless toil

Loving abundantly, bold without expectation of human reciprocation

The Kingdom of wisdom’s call has laid His sword of His great faithfulness upon the hearts beckoning His loving resolve

Despair but a forged display trembling in fear before Elohim’s omnipresent authority above all

To see the majestic grace of such love to catch me when I fall

Written by

Brenda Demonbreun

@holyantiseptic.faith

c/o holy antiseptic publishing 2021