Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Until We Are Weak

Until we are weak, we cannot be strong
Perfect strength is not reserved for the young
But through One whose promises agelessly speak
We cannot be strong until we are weak

His grace is enough for all mortal despair
Our infirmities never exceed His care
Nothing on this earth over-powers His love
For all mortal despair His grace is enough

The darkness is great, it cannot comprehend
A love that has known no beginning or end
Though the Light shines on it, darkness chooses hate
It cannot comprehend; the darkness is great

Love is so abused; often misunderstood
Thus, we are confused when we hear ‘God is good’
Love appeared weak; He answered not, though accused
Often misunderstood; Love is so abused

Love proved its power as the cross bore His blood
The Lion, a Lamb shedding redemption’s flood
From ancient Calvary to present hour
As the cross bore His blood Love proved its power

Until we are weak, what we cannot truly know
Is His perfected strength; He has promised it so
God, give us courage then, to surrender and seek
What we cannot truly know until we are weak

© Janet Martin

 Poetic Bloomings invites us to attempt a Swap Quatrain

The Swap Quatrain was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas.
Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.

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