Burning Affliction

My soul burns with affliction,
Its flame licks open wounds,
The salty air burns my eyes,
It won’t be long before I am consumed.

I remember Your works,
Even when I am worn thin,
As the old drips off me,
I will be renewed once again.

For I am not angered, my Father,
I know it’s for greater good,
For this is a time of learning,
Pruning, the branches of my wood.

My soul burns with affliction,
Its flame licks open wounds,
The salty air burns my eyes,
It won’t be long before I am consumed.

Wisdom comes in suffering,
During this time of agony,
I await a new awakening,
A humbler, wiser me.

Thank you for Salvation,
Annointed with Your grace,
During this dreary weather,
I will always look to see your face.

With all this desire to fight my flesh,
In all this exhausting anguish,
I wait patiently to be drenched,
With Holy water that will extinguish.

My soul burns with affliction,
Its flame licks open wounds,
The salty air burns my eyes,
It won’t be long before I am consumed.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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