Thanks for the struggle and pain,
If it weren't for these things,
My knees would never bend for humility,
My head would never look up crying for pity,
And my heart would never yearn for Your presence to reign.
In my weakness, Your strength is made perfect.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
Thanks for the struggle and pain,
If it weren't for these things,
My knees would never bend for humility,
My head would never look up crying for pity,
And my heart would never yearn for Your presence to reign.
In my weakness, Your strength is made perfect.
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