I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength,
But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me;
No great success to show, No glory on my own,
Yet in my weakness He is there to let me know
His strength is perfect when our strength is gone;
He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on.
Raised in His power, the weak become strong;
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.
We can only know
The power that He holds
When we truly see how deep our weakness goes;
His strength in us begins
Where ours comes to an end.
He hears our humble cry and proves again
His strength is perfect.
October is turning to be more of a monster than I expected.
I'm learning, or trying, to hold onto His strength rather than my own. My own is not enough. I don't think we can truly understand how powerful His strength is until we realise how deep our weaknesses are.
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