The thought of God makes me feel weak and little,
and yet I thrill to feel Him strong in me,
I know God made us to stand in the middle
and there to choose to be or not to be.
When we glance at Great God how small we seem,
and yet He helps us conquer all the earth,
our powers of work and prayer are not some dream,
but prove the bone and spirit that tell our worth.
With hope we prep ourselves to live forever,
why shouldn't we be great, stamped with His face?
Through faith our rejoined bones will disjoin never,
and like her too, we’ll be so full of grace.
Why do we dawdle through this chance God gave us,
when it's the means by which He means to save us?
-- by Pete Voelz 11/05
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