We are weak but he is strong.

Here is a poem built upon the beautiful truth of our weakness and His strength, woven with the scripture that reveals it.

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I come to You with trembling hands, A fragile vessel,shifting sands. My own strength is a fading spark, A stumbling step within the dark. I feel the weight,I know my lack, Upon this worn and broken track.

But in this place where I feel small, I hear Your gentle,loving call. A truth that turns my failure into song: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” You take the fractured and the flawed, And build a masterpiece for God.

So I will boast not in my might, But in the need that seeks Your light. For when I am weak,then I am strong, Not in myself,but for the long And certain lift of Your embrace, Your boundless,all-sufficient grace.

The mighty fortress stands not in me, But in the One who sets me free From striving,proving, all pretense, To rest upon His competence. “The Lord is the everlasting God, He will not grow tired or weary… He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

So let my weakness be the door Through which Your power rushes more. For Your great strength is my sure ground, Where hope and victory are found. I am weak,Lord, but You are strong, And in that truth,I belong.