Pushing me...

Please, Lord, don’t turn to me
 a cold shoulder,

I couldn’t fall even lower, 

for the load is far over me,

and the road is far too close to me, 

these blows a scar shows to me, 

a wound that goes so deep,

 and layers that fall far beneath,

of realizing, 

that I am just not complete.

But yet in this place of defeat, 

I find a kind of relief,
 pushing me to believe,

 beyond my grief, 
that my answer is not inside of me,
 so I can decide to be and exceed to receive 

 from the grace of humility. 

For in this incapable vulnerability

 I see God's reality, 
His mercy is deep and reaches long,
so when I am weak then 
I am really strong.

“Power is perfected in weakness”.

2Cor.12:9

(Inspired by a conversation
with a prisoner)