Weak and sick (for B.)

This prayer rose gently from a beautiful time of bright, wordless prayer. Writing it made me smile, because it arrived backwards, which rarely happens to me.

He knows how weak we are (Psalm 103:13; NLT). 

Lord,
You know
How weak and sick I am:
I cling to you so tight
That we are one.

Help me to serve you well
Each day;
Forgive my every failing, lapse,
And wrong.

Lord,
Though I’m nothing,
I rejoice,
Because to you, forever,
I belong.

You are my Maker
And my end:
So, though I’m weak and sick, Lord,
I am strong.

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. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
(2 Corinthians 12:9-10; NKJV).