When I Am Weary

A Poem By Libby // 6/4/2020

Life sings a blurry tune,
distinct voices blend with laughter and tears;
pain and pleasure, disappointed hopes, elated dreams…
in the end, it makes me want to cry as Solomon did:
“Meaningless! … all is vanity!”
What do we live for but our fleeting pleasures
that fade, leaving only memories
tainted by some bitterness or regret?
Friend, put your hope not in the successes of this blighted world –
you will always be disappointed.
What then?
As a child of the King, let this be my song:
My only boast is Christ crucified.

Comments

I love it! Well said! Thanks,

I love it! Well said! Thanks, Libby!

Allyson D. | Thu, 06/04/2020

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you, Allyson - I'm so

Thank you, Allyson - I'm so glad you liked it :)

Libby | Thu, 06/25/2020

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Hi Libby! Can't really think

Hi Libby! Can't really think of anyway it needs improvement; this poem is lovely (as all of your poetry is)! <3

Joy J. | Thu, 06/25/2020

C.S. Lewis ~ "He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less."

Thank you, Joy <3 That's so

Thank you, Joy <3 That's so kind.

Libby | Tue, 08/11/2020

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

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