Joan Butler Crenshaw
No Limit - Poem by Joan Butler Crenshaw
O Lord, where can I go
But to Thee?
There is no other.
I am weary, sick of heart,
Broken of spirit.
I cannot contain this pain.
My handshakes as tears fall in vain,
And depression fills my being.
Fill me instead with Thy Joy, I pray.
Strengthen my body with Thy Peace
And help me to learn Patience
As I strive to gain Wisdom.
Through Thy Word and my Mentors.
In my flesh I see no good thing,
Yet I walk in righteousness and dignity
In Thee I find my significance.
With you as my guide,
I will win the race set before me,
For in You, there is no limit.
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