How can I change the world
When I don't know it all?
How can I speak when l have no voice?
How can I be the greatest when am just the least?
How can I be strong when I am weak?
But who am I to question thee
You formed the stars, the earth, and the trees
For you are great and full of majesty
You made my mouth, my hands, my feet
In my mother's womb, you called out to me
You designed my future and destiny.
In my weakness, you poured out your strength
You lifted me throughout the length
You made me strong when I was weak
You filled my mouth with words to speak
You said your grace is sufficient for me
So I will boast the most in my weaknesses
You stretch forth your hands and rescued me
From dangers, I just couldn't see.
- Author: Tia Braithwaite (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2022 09:04
- Category: Religion
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