My Strength
MY STRENGTH.
In the middle of it all I conquer,
Not even a giant can defeat me,
Deep down my soul I am strong,
Even with their weapons I prevail,
With every insult I am made stronger,
Every wrong word becomes right,
Utterance of a curse becomes a blessing.
They push me aside am back on track,
They make me a stone the builders refused,
Along the line they make me a corner stone,
Like Samson my strength is enormous,
Like David I refuse their temptations,
When they speak death God speaks life,
For in his wings I live in his warmth.
In their trials I refuse to give in,
Even in hunger I cannot do their wish,
Like Jesus I won’t turn a stone to bread,
I won’t test God my lord in a fall,
But when I am out to help I will bless,
If I can multiply breads and fish I would,
If I would heal the sick I would heal,
Just so they can know there is God.
You look at me you see a failure,
Just because you’re judging my cover,
You don’t open my heart and look inside,
For you don’t even have the key to,
Because god is guarding it from poison,
For in purity I am made stronger,
By he who see me from the inside.
I want to dance till my clothes go off,
Not an impure dance but a dance of purity,
A dance which will glorify and honors the one,
Whose voice roars like thunder,
Sending shills among the nations,
For this is the reason I am stronger,
Prevailing when the storms rise against me.
BERNARD WACHIRA
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Copyright © Bernard Wachira | Year Posted 2014
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