Apparent, felt strength, but more a weightless soul.

Power, “Confidence mine!” Hollow sounding tolls.

“I don’t need anyone.” Plaintive loneliness strolls.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Haunting emptiness holes.

Apparent, felt weakness, but one weighty in soul.

In hushed humility, the power of God tolls.

To overcome one’s self, the path to be made whole,

The meek inherit earth, in Jesus I extol.