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For nothing is of myself,

and it is only in my weekness

the Lord strengthen me.

For pride is my enemy,

I have nothing to boast about.

In vision of my mind it stood

awaiting for the right timing.

The destroyer bolted the darts

a messenger of death to attack me.

I am nothing by myself but everything

in Christ Jesus.

The hardships are to humble me,

it corrects imperfection.

The compassion of the Lord is

all the need that feeds my soul.

I never set out in this world

to be greater nor better then

the next.

To be at peace in all areas of

life, The Lords grace is sufficent

for me.

The burden will not flee from me,

for the end is drawing nearer.

My heart pains with love for the

ones who remain in darkness.