A/N: I really can take no credit for this poem, or most of my God-honoring poetry for that matter. The Lord implants the ideas in my mind, and I just try to faithful in putting them down in words. I really like this one; I like to use a play on words - in this case three different spellings of "need" that are somehow brought together in a cohesive statement about the importance of admitting our weakness, and how God can use our weakness to transform us through His strength. May God be glorified, and may you who read this be transformed by the power of the gospel of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

Weak Kneed - Weak Need - Weak Knead

There is something about our need

to present a face

that is diametrically opposed

to our inner core - our true nature,

hapless and debased

We are pitiful indeed, with a

candy-coated plastic outer shell

held up by weakened knees

When will we see

that our weakness

is ever-needful?

If I admit that I am sick

black as coal

in my horribly managed soul

With speed of light

He comes to save the man who tried to win

but never can - on his own, anyway

My weakness kneaded within

His strength, His Masterplan

produces in the recesses

of my spirit-soul

A love that dwarfs

the blackness evermore