I haven’t the muscle,
I don’t have the power
for I am too weak . . .
I am but a coward.
I am feeble and frail,
I have not the grit
I know on my own
I cannot make it.
I am old and tired,
my blood is anemic
I’m puny and scrawny
I am truly pathetic.
I limp all around,
my legs I just drag
I swoon and faint
like an old dish rag.
So, onto Jesus I will cling,
for, He is my High Rock . . .
I count on His strength
all around the clock!
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Psalm 61:2
“From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee,
when my heart is overwhelmed:
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”
King James Version
by Public Domain
Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka