Oh! My body is weak.
My soul is wearied.
My mind is not trusting me.
Oh! what a weak night!
My body needs a cuddle.
My soul needs a spark.
My mind needs concentration.
A real weak night!
My body is yearning.
My soul is crying.
My mind is screaming.
A weak night indeed!
A night all alone.
A night deep in thought.
A night reality dawns on me.
A night where tears finds a free flow down my eyes.
Oh! A weak night that pierces through the heart.
A night the corners of my room becomes a shoulder to lean on.
A poor weak night.
Obviously missing someone or something.
Energetically searching for something already lost.
A night my heart reaches out to many people it cannot connect to at the snap of a finger.
That wonderful night I need a wonderful person to burst in on me and simply tell me all will be fine.
A night of deep thought with sober reflection.
A night of humbled emotions.
A night of aligned thoughts.
No one understands what individual weak night is like.
But weak night is some kinda night were every of my existence seems sensitive.
The only man who understands my weak night is that man that owns me.
What a cuddle of relief that flows from his hands!
What soothing words that projects from his mouth!
Oh! A shoulder just like a pillow every baby needs to cry on.
Oh! A weak night for me.
A wonderful night with the Holy Spirit.
For every weak night is a corresponding strength for my inner man.
Incomparable weak night!
2 Corinthians 12:9
But He said to me, My grace (My favor and loving-kindness and mercy) is enough for you [sufficient against any danger and enables you to bear the trouble manfully]; for My strength and power are made perfect (fulfilled and completed) and show themselves most effective in [your] weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and infirmities, that the strength and power of Christ (the Messiah) may rest (yes, may pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me!
© Adejumobi Oluwatobi Titilayo