(By Rachel T Joyce)
It hangs in curvy, graceful letters
On my kitchen wall, “The Lord
Is the strength of my life.” And as
I glance upward each day,
In my busy moments, I am
Reminded of that truth,
Which, like a lifeline, tethers me,
Gives me endurance and keeps
Me safe from all that would derail me.
I cling, in my weakness to the One
Who alone is my strength, my Lord,
My all. And I rest my weariness
On the One whose strength
Never flags, never fails, remains
Steadfast and sure.
The breath of God’s Spirit
Fills my lungs, fills my life
With holy power and strength.
And my praise flows from grateful
Lips, from a heart overwhelmed
By the goodness of my God,
The wonder of His grace,
Which accepts me as I am
But never leaves
Me that way; instead, works
Mightily in me, purging, refining,
Making me more like my Lord Jesus.
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