I wrote this poem this evening. It's my HONEST pouring out before God. If you can relate, be in prayer. God HAS NOT forgotten... Heb 6:10 For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister.
Always the weakest
Rarely strong Never quite the prettiest Always something wrong
Never the most wealthy Nor the most stable Not the most accomplished Barely even able
The brightest, not really The happiest, no way The most faithful, perhaps I attempt to be each day
Called and chosen I am Though like a failure I feel God, thank you for your mercy Please touch my heart and heal
Often I feel insignificant And ever so very small I’m trying to trust you, Father I feel as if I’ve lost all
When will the righteous gain When will I win just one fight I’m so tired of struggling And fighting with all my might
The wicked seem to prosper And believers who backslide Those who move in their flesh Seem to catch a free ride
God, I need a word from You I need to feel you near I need to know I’m not forgotten That You still hold me dear
I need to see a breakthrough A victory in my own life I’ve prayed for many others And You delivered them from strife
So now I need a personal touch A victory I need to see Father stretch Your hand my way Then comforted, I shall be