Joseph James Breunig 3rd

Rookie - 224 Points (Bangor, Maine (USA))

Poem: Evil Forebodings


While seconds quietly and quickly elapse
under the consistent control of Time’s arrow,
the evil forebodings of Dread and vague fears
continue to lurk within Life’s long shadows.

Despite the existence of potential problems,
choose to disregard the negativity of fear.
Knowing that we are more than a conqueror,
charge forward under a Faith-filled atmosphere.

Approach the day with enthusiasm and expectation
that God continues to honor His Biblical Word.
Regardless of events, He will take care of His own;
look within to have your spiritual confidence stirred.

Speak holy words against the day’s difficulties.
Life’s worrisome ambiguities are sufficient for the day;
allow the Peace of Christ to supremely reign in your heart,
knowing that He eternally remains… the Life, Truth and Way.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 6: 25-34,11: 28-30; Prov 15: 15; Rom 8: 32;
Psa 23: 4,55: 22; Num 23: 19; Col 3: 15; John 14: 6

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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