05 December 2017

my thorn


don’t call me courageous
that title belongs to those 
who make a choice
to move, or take action

brave? not me
there is nothing I have done
but breathe, or gasp
eyes briefly shut
till the worst of it passes 

dauntless? no
I have simply survived
another moment
another day

 so I wouldn’t get a big head, 
I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. 
Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. 
No danger then of walking around high and mighty! 
At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. 
Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

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