A Weak Vessel.

I am a weak vessel.
A body broken.
Young. But frail.
And You. You use the weak.

You've blessed me with a gift.
So unimaginable.
So undeserved.
And some days unwanted.

Today.
I feel my flesh failing.
I feel it giving in.
Every breath is a struggle.
But the tears fall freely without a sound.

Today.
I want to give in.
I want to finally be taken home.
My ailing body is exhausted.
And longs to be made eternal.

I will endure this.
Because You endured my sin.
I will count this as joy.
Because You will shine in my imperfection.

You've chosen me.
To bear this burden.
To share this blessing.
Your power is made perfect in my weakness.
And You want me to be weak.
For when I am weak, I am strong.
Strong in You.