Feeble are the knees, of the strong.
To carry their mountain alone, the day long.
Ah, to beckon to the king for his carrying a portion.
The long awaited, blessing of great worth, to contortion.
A bowing of spirit.
When bending the knees seem so futile, can you hear it.
However, life bends the back backwards.
Bending the knees truly, in faith.
Weakness made strong by the king.
The answering of ones heaviness and suffering.
And lo, the world's enmity is God's friendship.
©redic
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