Though I am weak you make me strong.
Like water to a dying land, you help me flourish!
Like the sun cutting through the clouds, you cut away my darkness!
Though the rains beats wildly upon my fragile figure
You hold me tight till it is over
Hail to the One who rules everlasting!
For He cares for me though I am frail.
When the dust pelts me like a thousand bullets
When my enemies strike me,
And when life is dead to me,
I will stand for what I believe!
For without Him I can believe in nothing.
I have no faith in the human race,
No hope in the crumbling earth,
The sun is black in my eyes,
And the moon is in pieces,
Yet though all of this may come to pass.
I will follow You!
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
