But I am never hopeless, never alone.
His will is sovereign; I can not defy it....
My will I will yield, for I am not my own.
And that realization is a comfort true;
When fears overwhelm me, his sweet love breaks through.
He is the potter; I am clay. He will do
What he must to crush, refashion and renew.
"My grace is sufficient," he gently conveys,
"for in weakness my power is perfected."
His ways are higher than mine; now and always
My soul is at rest, secure and protected.
© 2018 David Acosta Perez
When fears overwhelm me, his sweet love breaks through.
He is the potter; I am clay. He will do
What he must to crush, refashion and renew.
"My grace is sufficient," he gently conveys,
"for in weakness my power is perfected."
His ways are higher than mine; now and always
My soul is at rest, secure and protected.
© 2018 David Acosta Perez
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