Unable to see past what is before me,
Caught in fear that smothers my hope,
Nothing in my strength can set me free,
With the heaviness of trials, I cannot cope.
When directing steps my feet are unstable,
Forgetting through the urgent, my God is able.
Unable to love completely because I'm broken,
Trapped in unforgiveness that wounds my heart,
All of my service and efforts are just token,
While living with pride orchestrating my part.
When allowing bitterness to dwell at my table,
Forgetting through my pain that my God is able.
Unable to bless because I'm focused on self,
Confused in desire that defeats my resolves,
Trying to discover meaning, grace left on the shelf,
With feelings controlling, my commitment dissolves.
When bringing all of my failures to the table,
Forgetting though I am weak my God is able.
Able to forgive, able to heal, able to use all that I give.
Ephesians 3:20 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or think, according to the power that works in us.