When I am weak
I don’t feel unique and everything seems bleak
I don’t hear Him speak, and I need to be meek
A quick fix I seek and I hang out with the wrong clique
And its the same peak every day and every week
When I am weak
I do things on my own and wonder why I haven’t grown
I wish I was a clone and to diseases I wasn’t prone
I got pride in my bone and I feel so alone
My mind is in a zone with thoughts unknown
When I am weak
Nothing of value I speak, I am zombied like an antique
It affects my physique, I have no energy to leak
All writings seem like greek, yet I deem myself to be a geek
Sometimes I just want to shriek but all I do is squeak
When I am weak
I need to have my fears blown and my cares thrown
I know my sins He came to atone and all my shame is borne
I find strength unknown and count on the love He’s shown
I know am not my own but of Him who sits on the throne
Then I am strong.