Weak In Strength
My strength is not in man
I call upon the Lord
Apart, I am weak
In my hand, no sword
Human hands hold much
Little all the same
What strength is our own
A credit to our name
Let my voice be one:
"Your strength is complete;
When I loose the battle,
Your arm will defeat."
Oh God, find my heart
See what I desire
May I rest in your strength
When I falter, tired
Yes Lord, you are strong
You see that I am frail
The weakness brings you joy
In it, you prevail
As a child cries out
Weak; arms upraised
You delight to save him
To hold him through his days
Be the strength within me
I call not to my own
Idle strength, a cavern
Cold, dark, alone
You Lord, are the salt
You heighten all I am
There is yet strength here
Fire in this lamb
Call me to the war
As I call your name
Prepare my hand for battle
Take me to the slain
Weak, Oh Lord, so weak
Raise me from the dead
Knelt, eyes weary
For you to raise my head
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
