I stand here in my weakness
Believing in Your strength
My mortal body dries up
My eyes grow dim
Yet I see you enthroned
Slaves in Egypt trusted You
And they were brought out
Men of valor trusted You
And they were saved
Those who see me broken
Mock me, “Who rescues you?”
I see You near me
I hear Your Spirit speak
I declare Your name
You do not hide from the afflicted
Your face is near as I cry out
I cannot keep myself alive
What is done
You have done it

© 2023 Tim D. Coulter Sr.