How Wrong Can A Man Be Poem by Mary Champion

You think you must be strong, but your are weak
and your weakness is our salvation.
You think you must keep fighting on
yet your surrender is our exaltation.
And so your brittle heart is bound to break
for you can't take
the load you're bearing.
Relax and let it come; your destiny
is to be free
of pain and caring.
Were you not born, to be for giving,
so humankind can go on living?
It's time to know yourself,
Truth will amaze you.
Give me your all
and when you fall
then I will raise you.