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For the faint hearted

“from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.” (Psalm 61:2–3, ESV)

Lord, I am one of the weak and needy.

So much of life seems to demand our strength and composure. Life does not slow down for the weak, so we strive to be strong.

But what if we are not strong? What if our heart faints, the waters rise to our chin and the enemy pounds at the gates? What if there is no  more strength to hide the weakness?

Perhaps only now do I see myself truly. Perhaps only now do I see You truly.

Lord, I am not strong, so please be my strength.

Lord, I can't swim anymore, so rescue me from the waters.

Lord, the enemy is stronger than me, so fight for me.

With a faint heart, I cling to the Rock who is higher than I. I praise the one who was strong on my behalf. I worship the Refuge in whom I hide from the storm.



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