So helpless a thing my heart
—and, oh, so small—

all overwhelmed, it looks to You for strength,
nor looks in vain;

long it has struggled on, and now at length
is crushed again.

Eager with expectation, rising
but to fall,

wearily it longs for that great Rock
“higher than I,”

where, with Your strength absorbing every shock,
calm shall I lie.

Taken by permission and adapted from “Ruth Bell Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1977, 1992, 1997, The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.