Rejoice

2nd Cor. 12:10

 

10 That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships,

persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak,

then I am strong.

 

 

“When I am weak I am strong”... seems a contradiction.

When I am down, I am up ... that makes little sense.

When I die, I will live ... seems a part of fiction

But so is truly truth defined ... without much pretense.

 

When I am dead He lives in me ... my will then out of sight.

When I cry joy fills my heart ... for I see me still here.

When I anger and strike out ... not giving up the fight

I know my flesh thinks it is me ... rummaging in fear.

 

So Christ in me is who I am ... there is no doubt about it.

So the one who is fighting ... is not the real me indeed.

The Holy Spirit guides the way ... and shows me true fruition,

If the one who thinks is me ... is removed with God’s speed

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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Me
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