We all answer to some higher power. Poet Elizabeth McCormack wrote a poem to him, her, or it.

His Strength

The world
Recognizes me not

I forgot
I am nothing
Bankrupt in a world plush

In thankfulness
I am reminded again
He is everything

Tired and weary
In weakness
I wait…
Then continue

In His way
In His time
In His Peace

— Elizabeth McCormack

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