Sunday grace

I grow tired and weary.  He never slumbers or sleeps.

I am weak.  He is strong.

My faith waivers.  He is faithful Who promised.

I am unable.  He is able to do exceeding abundantly above all I can ask or even think.

I am changeable, according to my mood, my circumstances or my hormones.

He is unchangeable, and in Him is no variableness, neither shadow from turning.

I am a rowboat, tossed about by wind and waves.  He is the Anchor that holds me securely.

I am easily tempted and led astray.  He is my strong Tower, the Way of escape for every temptation.

I am flesh and will pass from this life.  

He is Eternal God, the Ancient of Days, from everlasting to everlasting.

I am a vessel of clay.  He is the Potter, the Creator, the Author and Finisher.

My faith does not rest in myself, my accomplishments, my determination, or my abilities.

My faith anchors to the One who is the I Am,

unchangeable in His purpose, the Alpha, Omega and all in between.  

He is faithful and true to His word.

He is JESUS.  Fix your eyes on Him!

Sunday grace.