Coz When I’m Weak, I’m Strong

Frail as a flower, wobbling like a wonky wheel.
The sun beautifully shining while scorching my skin.
The journey is anything but easy.
Things always find themselves messy.

Marching on, forward, I go forward.
In complete surrender, dropping my guard.
Knowing that when my strength fails me, and it surely will.
It will be Your grace I will see and feel.

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