God, Come to my Aid!
I am tired;
I am weak;
Fighting devils
Throughout lifetime.
I’m confused;
I’m depressed;
Fighting world
Afilled with vice!
How longer, God
Can I patient be?
I feel all lost
In my misery.
This world is too much
For my tender heart;
Man is more beastly
Than I ever, thought.
When will things improve,
O God, I always ask?
Is life worth living,
And complete my given task?
God, come to my aid;
Rejuvenate me, Lord;
I feel akin a wounded bird,
Many times, shot!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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