If your power is made perfect in weakness, 
   then why do I feel only 
      the greatness of my weakness 
         and do not perceive 
            your power here? 
How long will I feel 
   lost in my lack 
      instead of found in your love? 
How often 
   will my faith give way 
      to my fear? 

Could all this be 
   part of the process 
      of progress?

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