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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Guard Your Heart (06/08/12)

TITLE: Weary Soul
By Mobayode Akinsolu
06/14/12


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As weak as the human heart poses to be, it is perhaps the most potent part of the body. It bleeds; it heals; it cries; it laughs; it mourns and it rejoices. Not more than the size of a clenched fist, the hollow muscular organ of the body shaped like an upside-down pear, remains a rare treasured gift from God. However, my heart has been unscrupulously corrupt and decisively wrong. Iíve done all that I know to do, to channel a new course for my weary soul, but I always return to this point. A place where I dance on the slippery floors of remorselessness to the same old tunes of sinfulness, dressed in the garment of earthly pleasures.

Iíve enjoyed the good of the land and Iíve tasted the first fruits of many bumper harvests. I clearly understand when the day is fair and bright and I can also decipher easily, when the dullness of a dark cold night sets in. ĎHow did I end up in this dungeon of emotions, self-pity and shame?í I keep asking myself. Could it be as a result of the machinations of my desperately wicked heart that is deceitful above all things? If it is, then who can know it? And who will separate me from its malicious pangs? Though I understand that every man who has no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls, yet for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I. O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? And who shall save my weary soul?


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Joanne Sher 06/18/12
Powerful imagery.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 06/20/12
This is a powerful piece. I can sense all kinds of dark undertones that makes me want to reach through the screen and comfort the MC. You did a great job of allowing me to feel your pain. I wish there were a spark of hope in the message as well but I understand all too well how easy it is to get to such a place where hope seems like a curse word. The cry of your soul is so powerful that I have no doubt Jesus is right there next to the MC and often the MC may be unaware that Jesus is carrying him through the darkest of those times. you did a great job of eliciting such strong emotions in me. I'd urge you to keep writing, I think you might be surprised at what else you have to say.
CD Swanson 06/20/12
Nicely done. Some parts of this compelling entry remind me of David crying out to the Lord in Psalms. Thank you. God bless~
Mobayode Akinsolu06/22/12
@ All: Many thanks for your kind comments...
Laura Manley06/25/12
Although this entry dealt heavily on the dark side of the MC, your descriptive writing was not overlooked. I am concerned at your place in life and do pray that you are seeking the Lord to ease a heart that seems disgruntled. If that isn't the case, you have done an excellent job in conveying to the reader how one might look at the dark side of life. Excellent writing! You have a future in the writing field, I'm sure.