Saturday, February 14, 2015
Weakness and Strength
My own flesh is weak as un-fired clay.
My own will looks strong, but no--it's weak.
Yet, Lord, it's your pleasure that I seek.
Be my strength, my rock, my life today.
I don't know what each day will afford--
Raw disaster or a peaceful field--
Yet you're here. You'r good. I gladly yield:
I'm all yours, rejoicing in you, Lord.
Father, when I'm tired and spent and worn,
May I in your loving shelter rest.
By your grace, I'll past the final test
And awake where all is fresh, is morn.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer;
My God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
--Psalm 18:2 NKJV