Strength Made Perfect in Weakness

... "You say: I can't do it...

God says: You can do all things"...

I woke up this morning and uttered a sound,
still it sounded husky and raspy.
How long has it been I wondered;
why has my voice not fully recovered?

I have waited so long to regain my voice,

to reclaim what I had lost for months.

Why do You do this to me I ask-

what is the meaning of this loss?

I have listened for Your still small voice,

and still I do not know the sound of it.

What is the purpose of this lesson-

why has it been dragged on and on?

I know now I am so weak,

that pride still lurks within me.

And though I try to flee from sin,

my feet still run towards its luring.

I say I am afraid of pride,

and I ask Him to take it away from me.

But in every dark corner of my heart,

there lies a hint of Satan's darkest darts.

I know my own weaknesses and strengths,

and I know God knows of them too.

However there are three beings that know me,

and Satan is one who can also see.

I try to avoid my strengths,

in hope that I may flee from pride.

But if I do not know what humility means,

I know not what submissiveness deems.

I may play with words and write something nice,

but if God does not will it then how can I write?

And when I think that this post is something,

I have to remember that I am nothing.

I am only a pen and an earthen vessel;

He can fill me with ink and with His gifts.

And I can sing, and write, and laugh, and love,

because my strength comes from He who is above.