What do you do when you are past
the strength that you depended on?
What do you do when the last
reserves of faith have fled, are gone?
What do you do when each demand
is piled onto things left undone,
and no-one seems to understand
that at last your race is run?
Do you beg for pity's sake
from your bended knees,
asking that God please not break
the soul that's now the least of these?
The better me knew, long ago,
but now I know that I don't know.
Sylvia doesn't know, either.
this is when we lean into Him and let Him carry us ...
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