I am in anguish.
My heart is torn to pieces.
I am in sorrow.
It's like there is no tomorrow.
I open my lips.
I try not to scream.
I cry out to God.
I'm down on my knees.
His Word slowly fills my mind,
To lift me up from this mess.
His grace is enough for me.
His power is made perfect in my weakness.
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This poem is inspired by the verse from 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV). In my weakness, Christ's power dwell in me. Praise the Lord!
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