Sometimes it is a struggle,
Just to bring ones self to rise.
And often climbing a gentle slope
Is harder than reaching to the skies.
This body is so frail,
It oft times cannot stand the test.
It refuses my demands,
And requests it's own rest.
And I sink in humiliation.
When I seek to be upright and strong.
I cannot do this all alone.
I am human, and this is wrong.
And then I remember,
What was once 'said' to me.
And I draw forth the strength,
That exists only in He.
I cannot do this unaided.
I was never meant to anyway.
So I admit my frailty, my weakness.
Drop to my knees and pray.
And I find Grace is sufficient.
That wonders never cease.
And I can finish all He sends me.
And in my soul find peace.
2006-09-01
02:00:01
·
11 answers
·
asked by
Debra M. Wishing Peace To All
7
in
Society & Culture
➔ Religion & Spirituality
It is quite simply how I feel today and many days. Thank God for Grace and strength.
2006-09-01
02:08:40 ·
update #1