I seek and secure victory thanking Him for providing the win.  I fall, dashed upon the rocks, emptied of all strength and endurance, then remember I lay prostrate under the wings of God.  Reserves hollow I delight in the opportunity to feel the reservoirs filled by energy beyond my reckoning.  Happy, I blink and see His face, remembering from whom I learned its meaning.  I am poor and delight in my riches.  I am a servant and love emulating my Father.  My wickedness has been forgiven and is being extracted bit by nasty bit.  I am to be the purest silver bubbling up through the heat renewed, cleansed.  Weakness excites me, for you shall see His face in my surrendered eyes.  I am nothing of my own, but in Him, in their image I am something about which neither of us has an inkling of understanding.  I forgive and know that He has given me the secret to my edification.  I love, then thank Him for teaching me how.  I am a part of the Body of Christ, set together, pressed tightly, so that we might be one together in His Glory.  He is my cornerstone, my coming King, my Lord, my Good Shepherd about whom it is right to brag.  About me there is no other story worth telling.  In Jesus Name I pray.  Amen.