I watched the horses on the plains

I envied their freedom

While I lived in pain

I saw the birds soar in the sky

I coveted their ease

To fly so high.

An earthbound creature

Pitiful, weak

I walked in defeat

Would negative speak

I knew there was more

For me out there.

I watched a fly struggle

In sticky spider web

Trapped, held fast

I identify with that fly

Caught as it were

In Satan’s web,

I watched as the 

Gentle hand of a child

Eagerly reached out

Unafraid, caring,

And loosed that fly

Lovingly let it go,

I felt the hand of God

Reach down in grace

Pour healing balm

Bring peaceful calm

Upon my life

To release me.

“And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore, most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

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