A poem in praise of God's mercy.
Who is like you, oh Lord,
that you stay your hand from punishment
when we tire and turn on You?
Where is there another God
who lets broken words from servants
stand in His Holy Book?
Your forgiveness and mercy
pour like a healing balm
on the frailty of man.
Your never-ending patience
attends our urges to escape
to easy tasks and times unbidden.
Praise for your forbearance with Jeremiah.
Your goodness overcomes all doubt
and strengthens our will to serve,
knowing that a smile from You
is worth much more
than our oh-so-human struggles.
May we be in Your presence forever.
Word Count: 102
Line Count: 19
7 You deceived me, LORD, and I was deceived ; you overpowered me and prevailed. I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me. 8Whenever I speak, I cry out proclaiming violence and destruction. So the word of the LORD has brought me insult and reproach all day long. 9 But if I say, “I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot. 10 I hear many whispering, “Terror on every side! Denounce him! Let’s denounce him!” All my friends are waiting for me to slip, saying, “Perhaps he will be deceived; then we will prevail over him and take our revenge on him.”
Prompt: Free Verse