Because Wednesday was the day this was written, and I can’t come up with a good title.
I don’t want a life I can handle.
I don’t want a job I can do.
I want to stand on the Impossible’s brink
And see it accomplished by You.
I ask not that the path would be easy.
I ask not that the tears would be few.
I want to run this race so hard that I stumble,
To be picked up and carried by You.
Send me giants to slay by Your power.
Give me mountains faith only can move.
Clear a path through the sea and destroy every foe.
So the victory brings glory to You.
Let the world see Your power in weakness.
And give credit where credit is due.
This weak, trembling servant could do nothing alone.
But yearns to be used greatly by You.
One Little Light 
Love this poem! Truly spoken from the heart!
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Thank you so much for commenting, Joy! It’s wonderful to to hear from you!
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Wow!!! Paulette, that is amazing!
On Fri, Dec 14, 2018 at 6:58 AM One Little Light wrote:
> 1lillight posted: “Because Wednesday was the day this was written, and I > can’t come up with a good title. I don’t want a life I can handle. I don’t > want a job I can do. I want to stand on the Impossible’s brink And see it > accomplished by You. I ask not that the path would” >
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Cheryl. You are so encouraging!
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Thanks for sharing Paulette! You were able to set in words on “paper” what we all should be striving for in our relationship with the Father through the Son, by the Holy Spirit!
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It was originally written on actual paper this time, Heidi! With a pink pen, at that. Indeed, may we all truly live for Him this way, by His grace!
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Wow, Paulette, that is beautiful! Hope your Christmas was merry, and that you draw closer to the Lord in the New Year! Miss you and pry for you!
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