But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
~2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (NIV)
The Wind
Your love is a violent wind
Sweeping away my pain and sin
Your grace is a babbling brook
Soothing the chaos within my soul
You warm me when all I feel is cold
When my heart is frozen in dread and fear
Your consuming Spirit draws me near
“Hush My child, for you are Mine”
And like a tiny caterpillar
Released from its cocoon
I fly aloft on Your gentle breeze
I am free as a butterfly
Broken Believers 