In my weakness
He is strong
Far mightier than oak and stone
And though I do not understand myself
He does
And for some reason knows
About about all of the things I do to distract
Just to keep myself
From the sinfulness in these decaying bones
And so I wait for this feeling to pass
Though I know the truth
I am not, though I feel, alone
Because in that moment
When no human hand can steady you
Where then my friend, are you going to go?
As for me, I know that I will go back
To the one true God
Who existed long before this earth was home
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
In my weakness
He is strong
Far mightier than oak and stone
And though I do not understand myself
He does
And for some reason knows
About about all of the things I do to distract
Just to keep myself
From the sinfulness in these decaying bones
And so I wait for this feeling to pass
Though I know the truth
I am not, though I feel, alone
Because in that moment
When no human hand can steady you
Where then my friend, are you going to go?
As for me, I know that I will go back
To the one true God
Who existed long before this earth was home
