The other day when I was doing my llittle introductory post about the stigma and awareness of agoraphobia, this song came to mind. It tends to stay there, in the back, waiting for me to need it. I found myself humming it earlier. Maybe this is a day that you need a pick-me-up.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength
But sometimes I wonder what He can do for me
No great success to show
No glory of my own
yet in my weakness He is there to let me know.
His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He'll carry us when we can't carry on
Raised in His power the weak becomes strong
His strength is perfect
His strength is perfect
We can only know that powser that He holds
When we truly see how deep our weakness goes
His strength it must begin
When ours comes to any end
He hears our humble cry and proves again
His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He'll carry us when we can't carry on
Raised in His powsr the weak becomes strong
His strength is perfect
His strength is perfect
His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He'll carry us when we can't carry on
Raised in His power the weak becomes strong
His strength is perfect
His strength is perfect
Written and Sung by Steven Curtis Chapman
