In Capable Hands - Poem by Cecelia Weir
Sometimes in despair
The groanings of my heart
Are too heavy to bear.
My road seems long
My soul can no longer stand
I still know I can make it
I'm In Capable Hands.
Though rivers may rise
My tears blind my eyes
Loved ones turn their backs
Trying to reduce me to their size.
My cares friends don't understand
As I rest in my faith
Though tired from the struggles
The end is worth my wait.
You too are In Capable Hands
You will have to hold on
It just require standing there
You really don't have to be strong.
Its OK to be weak
For God is where you stand
This world is already defeated
Your problems are In Capable hands.
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