It oft produces a feeling forlorn
can leave me feeling spent and worn
when in my own grit, its fury I've borne……
It should elicit bended knees
on which to offer humble pleas
to the One by whose help, those burdens ease……
It just might be the vehicle,
troubles that come to weary the soul
to prompt relinquish of mine own control…..
That grievous weight I struggle to bear,
when at last it is given over in prayer,
that blessed assurance my God does share…..
My liberated being truly sings,
renewed by the joy His presence brings.
I find myself lifted on eagle's wings…..
So when I'm trembling and brought down low,
my world is rocking to and fro,
how else, but through weakness could I know????
"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
2 Corinthians 12:9