Breaking Point

So, this is a very simple poem that I wrote at a time where I felt overwhelmed by the stresses and burdens which life sometimes brings. I realised after that the words which came to me at the very point where I had wanted to give up, were of such encouragement that it could not have come from me. It’s also inspired by one of my favourite scriptures, 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 –

“And He said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

Hope you’re blessed!


When it feels like the weight of the world is carried on your shoulders

And all you want to do is give up the ghost

When the rain outside your window doesn’t soothe you to sleep

But drips, like liquid punches

Leaving your soul black and blue, your body faithless

And tears are the only prayers you can muster

Where is your faith?

When the people closest to your heart feel galaxies away

When you wonder whether your soul ties have become disconnected like bad wifi

And the mere breath, made evident by the moving of your chest

Is the only thing proving you’re alive

When you’re at your weakest

Where is your strength?

Yes you might claim and state-

‘God’s strength is made perfect and His grace is always sufficient’

Yet, that phrase often leaves lips without profound thought or effort

As if struggle isn’t real and faith is fable

But, allow me to break it down…

When Monday seems to have stretched itself across six more days

And every morning when you unveil your eyes

It feels like a car drove through a puddle and splashed you

When the space between yourself and the mirror is a battleground

And the sound-track to your life is a booing crowd

We often fail to believe that there’s truly a way out

But God’s protection and providence prevents any situation from proving too much

Grace, in the Greek eleeeo

Meaning ‘compassion’ and ‘pity’

Means He not only sees what you’re going through

But guarantees, He also feels it with you

He not only knows what you’re going through

But He can bare it for you

Why would you not call Him?

The hero that never wished to be a star

The one who shines brighter than the day star

There’s no pit too dark for Him to reach down His hand and grab you

But only if you’re willing to give Him your hand in order to

Because when the storms come…

And your flesh is flushed of faith

His strength is made perfect in your weakness

So you can boast of His power

Because His grace is sufficient for you…

When the wet weather wars against the flesh

And you’ve reached breaking point

You’re really at your strongest point

Because, it was never your battle to win

So whatever you’re battling…

Give it to Him





Sometimes, there’s a sermon in the silence

Eloquence from empty echoes

When God chooses to communicate through the quietest whisper

When there’s peace to be achieved

Stillness, and void sound

Are the unstolen breadcrumbs that guide you home

When your brain decides to throw a block party with your thoughts

I imagine God being that one guest who showed up,

Just looking for a good conversation…

So seek for Him

In the quietness of every moment

Therein lies an opportunity

To hear Him