His Strength is Perfect

Lyrics

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me
No great success to show
No glory of my own
Yet in my weakness He is there to let me know

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He'll carry us when we can't carry on
Raised in His power, the weak become strong
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect

We can only know
The power that He holds
When we truly see how deep our weakness goes
His strength in us begins
Where ours comes to an end
He hears our humble cry and proves again

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He'll carry us when we can't carry on
Raised in His power, the weak become strong
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect

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Songwriters: Jerry Dean Salley Jr. / Steven Curtis Chapman

His Strength Is Perfect lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jerry Dean Salley Jr. / Steven Curtis Chapman

His Strength Is Perfect lyrics © Capitol CMG Publishing

There is a Picture

There is a picture of me at 7 years old,

Where the lighting makes me look like I have blond hair,

Even though it was a medium dark brown.

I always wanted blond hair as a child.

When I was a teenager I saw this photo, 

And I did not recognize it, and I asked my mom who it was.

My mom told me it was me.

And I still wonder about this time.

I was in a green fishing vest with a fishing rod,

Even though I didn't like green or fishing.

I remember a man encouragingly helping me into the vest,

And it was by a pool, with people my parents knew.

I know that it was after I was sexually abused

By a half brother of the girl I spent the night with.

I remember feeling in a haze in this picture,

But I am not sure why.

I did have a dream once of being abused by distant family friends,

And found out I was one of many.

I do not remember if it was before or after I remembered my abuse,

But I have a vivid memory of the end of the dream where I found out.

It does not compare to the abuse many have repeatedly faced,

But hearing others' stories brings up this memory

Of a time I can hardly remember,

And I have more questions than answers.

It's a Different Year

What Now?

I don't know what this year looks like.

I know that it has many unknowns and many sorrows,

But also God is here, so there is Good in this world.

It is really hard to see.

God is in this world,

so there is Hope.