What is a more powerful expression of the power of the Holy Spirit than His work in our personal lives, especially in our areas of weakness? This Sunday’s poem is by Mother Mary Francis about that very thing.
A Scriptural Commentary
“For power is made perfect in infirmity” (2 Corinthians 12.9)
Predictable Your power, God,
Who shake the heavens into thunderous roar
And split the skies with lightning at Your glance.
You gaze at oceans and they leap
To speak response in crash of waves
And then subside in wonder at Your feet.
Only to think on seed need You
To see a thousand forests rise to praise You,
Hear treble of small blossoms find their voice.
Wave of Your raised almighty hand’s
Enough to call the sun to rise or set,
To light the sky-dome with ten million stars.
Never will skies impediment Your power
Nor oceans strain Your energies, nor earth
Challenge Your might, stand stubborn before Your gaze.
I do applaud Your power, God.
How effortless Your cosmic sovereignty!
Your easy might is something to admire.
Power is wondrous for no need
Of labor, power issued without threat.
But shall unthreatened power be best praise
Of You, O God? Could greater be
Praise of Your laboring omnipotence
To bend a stubborn heart, to tame a will?
I weep to see You strain to win
So small a prize, tense to achieve
Your purpose, and with all the odds against You.
O God, dear God, what wondrous might
Is Yours displayed in me!
Your power made perfect in my infirmity!
Envoi: Take, God, the scope I bring You
For play of power. See!
And my own power found at last
In my infirmity.