You see the purpose where I see the pain.

What I view as lack, You count as my gain.

In weakness and weariness, Your strength shines through.

Can’t boast in my own works because I must lean on You.

Power made perfect makes little sense at times,

But in my weakness, You form me…my faith is defined.

Knowledge puffs up, but Your love edifies,

You meet me in these light and temporary trials.

ADW  2015