Sufficient grace though my strength may be faltering;
Sufficient love though my heart struggles still;
When this hard world seems more than I can handle,
My soul will rest content to trust His will.
How many days I struggled in the darkness;
How many nights I longed to see His light;
My heart torn, scarred, and battered by the battle;
My soul worn by this world's constant fight.
But then His smile pierced through my heart's great midnight,
and my soul knew I was securely held.
Captured by One, whose love so freely given,
Filled up my heart until the dark dispelled.
2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.