Perfect in Weakness

He said unto me:

"My grace is sufficient for thee,

for My strength is made perfect in weakness"

and His grace is sufficient for me.

So I stand,

a vessel of weakness before the King

So I stand,

A vessel of clay ready for the filling

So I stand,

head bowed in submission before my King

So I stand,

and say, "Lord I am willing"

"do with me as you will"

and Lo and Behold He fills me with treasure

though I deserve to be filled with none

And Lo and Behold He gives me what's precious

when truly I deserve less than filth

For today He has taken the unworthy

and called it clean in His eyes

And I am arrested in the beauty

of His all seeing gaze

He took what alone had no beauty

and filled it with the glorious

So she who was simple couldn't help

But let that bright glory shine through her

And where she was broken,

where she was cracked,

In those places his glory shone brighter,

Shining through the cracks in her clay,

For truly in weakness His power is perfect

And truly His grace is sufficient for me.

Beth Anne's Poetry