Struggling against bonds unseen
Giving everything I have
It will not be enough
The failure will, at best, be less consistent
You put it in the wind and I hear my name
My true name.
The One who made me has made it right between us.
It is enough
It is unbearable to contemplate what it cost, but enough it was
And it is accomplished.
My back and arms shake under their burdens, my will collapses
But the promises of God are kept
He will not yield His child to the enemy.
Gentle are the arms that calm and shield this child
Steady is His comfort.
Constant: His mercy.
Thank you Father.