7-in-7 2018 SUBMISSIONS

Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

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I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

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Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

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Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

Custom Content

Leave a Comment for George!


Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

Custom Content

Leave a Comment for George!


Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

Custom Content

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Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

Custom Content

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Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

Custom Content

Leave a Comment for George!


Submission TitlePoem - False Strength

Short Description (for preview in feed)

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was in the military (an odd paradox, right?) to work out a lot things the Lord was teaching me.  I miss doing that so my 7in7 challenge to myself is to get back to the poetry.

NameGeorge Bunting

Full Description

This poem is about what the Lord's teaching me lately, that no matter how hard I can try and make things happen in life, it's ultimately up to Him whether they work or not.  That goes with family, faith, work, everything.  Our job is to seek Him to tell us what we are supposed to do day in and day out, then do the work and leave the results up to the Lord (Pro 16:33, Pro 3:5-6, Matt 6:33, Phil 4:6-8).

False Strength

I sling my boasts through thin air,

my chest protrudes with confidence,

my pride taller than my vision.

A wondrous sight am I.

 

Yet all of it a falsity,

a foundation made of sand

shifting among life’s relentless storms,

a crippled mess tethered to nothing.

 

I deceive my mind with false strength,

born out of pride,

bred from arrogance,

eating away my soul with lies.

 

In the wake of my labor,

these vain attempts at purpose,

I'm confronted with a chilling truth--

I am incapable.  

 

I command neither stars nor seas,

my feats, mere drops of water

among an infinite ocean.

Even more so, I am incapable.

 

Scales removed from my eyes,

the light of clarity abounds.

His peace abides in my weakness,

His radiant strength is my song.

 

This truth He speaks to my soul

I can’t, but He can.

 

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