Poem: Scorched

My name is Candice Ballinger and I am a published author and poet. I love writing poetry of all kinds.

Scorched

Morning, noon, and night

I will cry out to my Lord,

my soul hangs before you

very much alight,

the flames scorching through my veins

my moral standards have begun to benight,

but I cry out in distress,

Lord save me

but I'm sure He knows I am contrite

I will humble myself before Him

my heart is at war,

flesh pinned against the spirit

although he never leaves me,

He knows my sorrows have begun to incite.

Heavens Armies

My enemies are surrounding me

they've come to break down my walls,

have I sinned?

I must have provoked such a reaction

they are here to attack me;

ravage my body and attack my soul

heavens armies rescue me,

angels of fire burn bright, you see?

My Lord listens to my prayers

oh yes, He hears me when I'm lost

and when I'm joyous,

the wicked need no mercy;

they know not what they are

or the help the Lord has sent,

they are blinded by the evil one

never to see what is near,

my enemies cannot break me down

not when I have prayers that the Lord gathers,

when I kneel

for the Lord's answers are of the most renown.

© 2022 Candice Ballinger