My heart wrung itself today,
A song belted out a cry-
I knew the metal of it was my strength,
adamantium my reply.
Strongest stuff in the earth,
I will never fall, I recite;
(affirmations stated through numb lips)
even as it crumbled with my fight.
Brain fumbled for solid thought,
focus inside, draw from this strength-
that soon crumpled to a useless ball,
lost its width and length.
Thought it would be glorious,
like azalea’s blossoming petal;
guess that’s what you end up with
when you trust in pretend metal.
(2 Corinthians 12:9-But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.)