weakness of flesh, Strength Of GOD

I have wanted to write in this blog more than I do, but for my own weakness. I constantly find excuses to not write. I need to write to vent my passion to put the words out there where my speech and emotions can not always give. I have the gift of putting words together in many unique ways.

Poetry is a writing form I have a passion for and will continue on that course.

I see the pink and bruises,

The way time has changed.

I know that I am still living,

But what gives me life to move?

Is the life in the air around?

Do I need to eat and eat.

To live be alive and be,

What is the strength in me?

The strength in me is not me,

It's not me mine or myself.

I have the strength of will,

But the will can lift a dime.

Let me look somewhere outside,

For the strength is not me.

The strength comes from afar,

Or is that strength really in me!

I go down on my knees and wonder,

The whispers are outside my reach.

I know I'm close to the point,

What else or where is it to me?

Wow, The whisper hits like a slap,

Not unlike I saw on TV.

I should have known where it is,

The strength is beyond me.

On my knees I learn the STRENGTH,

It comes from a source so true.

The source of the strength is forever,

It was given to me and for you.

My LORD JESUS CHRIST is,

He redeemed and paid the price

Jesus found me and gave me strength,

I kneel in strength from thee.