Weak
Bitter tongued
Weak handed
Exhausted
At the thought of waking up
It came down to this
Fragile heart
Weighted mind
Lonely soul
Waiting for an ounce of hope
Can't live in my strength
So He came
Lifted me
Weak made strong
Satisfied in His embrace
Helpless no longer
His power
Made perfect
In weakness
This symphony of mercy
Melody of grace
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