I burn out on my own
Holding on singing to the same old song,
That left me rolling in the dust all along.
I stand firm on the ground built by me,
building these walls
And keeping them stable in my own strength
believin there is NOTHING weak about me and that I'm my own saint.
I done it before and I'll do it again,
There is no downfall in this trend;
That i've held and caressed and controlled in these hands
I'm powerful don't you understand?
Yea it was that way back in those days
When i didn't know about this God and this thing called his plan and that he saves.
Til the walls fell down and tryin to get my own life together was like trying to hold water to bring to a thirsty village a mile away with these hands,
I watched everything i ever wanted slip between the cracks of these hands.
Doesn't that sound like you too? That's what we've all failed to do,
Til I tried something new & started believin in my Jesus who makes all things new.
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Newly Defined
Poetry~Poem book ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” ...
