I was promised to be given a chance
at the end of the twelfth month.
“What a wondrous pleasure,” I thought.This promise was my esprit
but now an affliction.
It encouraged when I am discouraged
but now it drained my virtue.
It also turned my sorrow into a merry heart
but now where’s the joy?The twelfth month came
but the promise did not.
Meaningless! Utterly meaningless!
Everything was meaningless without the promise.Three sentiments I have suffered,
four, I am being pricked:My soul dries up,
my emotions dominate.
My self-esteem is gone
and my heart is no God but God.How silly I am to believe in positive confession.
Why does the present truth churches embrace it?Am I so worthless that I don’t stand a chance?
What have I, what have I done to deserve this?Have I demanded too much
the companionship of my beloved?
How much is too much?Lord, you have taught me agape
and keeping the integrity of a promise.
Will you also teach her?Lord, I have decided once to fulfil my calling.
Will you for once let her find favour in me?Lord, your kingdom come, you will be done
till you grant me my prudent wife.Once truth I have found.
One truth I have learned.
One truth I never accept,
today I have to;A promise must be fulfilled.
A christian may not keep his promise.
I wrote this when Sarah broke her promise to me. With a very disappointed heart, I wrote this.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. (Proverbs 13v12)