by Stacey Thaeler
8/13/2007 / Poetry
Oh saint, the strength of the Lord resides in you,
your security and safeguard against life's pressures.
The thorny fence of trials is a blessing,
the power of God your treasure.
Far worse than the temporary barb that pricks,
is when the Lord grants you a pain free life.
Oh, to hear those blessed words of Christ:
My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness.
Oh, dear saint, be content with a life of strife,
for when you are weak, then you are strong!
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