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Made Perfect from Weakness

Of the numerous transient things we make our present desire,
              who can avoid all misgivings that deny, lest need only one require?               
              
The battlefields from such pursuits are strewn with the fallen.
But to one a throng of boisterous voices herald victorious, 
              and to the heavenly Conductor there sings no choir.

From across those fields lifts a low murmuring, 
              as a fog that shrouds the dead and dying. 
Their voices go mute or muffled with prayers for Grace from distress,
              while a loving Spirit meanders among them, 
                             comforting them from suffering and making perfect His strength from their weakness.

Who then shall inherit the kingdom, we ask?
Is it they with vanity by works with favored worldly judgment?
Or be it they who are meek, delivered by faith with His Grace, alone?

Elusive is our eternal sufferings,
              blinded by countless victories to Him we deny.
So richly blessed are we without thankfulness, 
              will find it more difficult to enter the gate, 
than for a camel to pass through a needle's eye.

Honor and glory to God,
Martin Braun
2/23/2020

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