Strength To My Feeble Knees
Fizzle....a balloon loses its size.
My heart bled and I lost my weight.
Like a rose crushed on a stone,
But up,I stand again!
Like a tree,I stand tall.
With the girding hands of my God.
He saw me and healed my wounds.
He took me and nourished me.
My tissues soon regained their fats,
And my bones,their strengths.
So,I said to myself,
"What can a man do without his God?"
"Of what worth is the body without a frame of bones?"
He saved me a second chance!
To make life worthwhile,
Because life is worth living.
December,2015.
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