He Is Strong When I Am Weak Poem by Frank McEleny

He Is Strong When I Am Weak



When I kiss the hand that wounds me
Then I soar to heavens heights
But when I fight that hand that fights me
I am consumed by darkest nights

My flesh cries out that I am weak
And encourages me to scorn
Its time to turn the other cheek
Its for victory I was born

I will praise my God despite my woes
And rise up and declare Him great
And put to flight my many foes
And stand at heavens gate

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