This poem was born out of a season of surrender, a time when I realised that my own strength would never be enough. I had reached the end of what I could do, and in that place of weakness, God reminded me of His Word: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9).
The verses that carried me were 2 Corinthians 12:9, Proverbs 3:5–6, and Psalm 46:10, each speaking of trust, stillness, and divine strength when our own fails.
When I Can’t — God Will isn’t just a poem; it’s a confession of faith. It’s about finding peace in the truth that where we end, He begins, and that’s more than enough.
When I Can’t — God Will
There’s a strength that’s found in weakness,
A peace within the fall,
When I let go of striving hands,
And hear my Father’s call.
“I can’t,” I whisper, trembling,
And grace begins to flow,
For faith is born the moment
I finally let it go.
He never asked perfection,
Nor that I stand alone,
Just trust the hand that formed the stars,
And still upholds my own.
Where I see walls unbroken,
He’s carving out a way;
Where my courage fades to silence,
His mercy will always stay.
When I run out of answers,
He whispers, “Be still, and see,
My power shines the brightest
In your fragility.”
So I will boast in weakness,
In all I cannot do,
For where my strength is ending,
His glory breaks right through.
And though I may not have it all,
I rest in what is true,
When I can’t, my God still can,
And His Grace will carry me through.
by JiL
When Surrender Becomes Strength: Letting Jesus Lift You When You Can’t Go On
There comes a moment in every believer’s walk when the battle feels too heavy to fight, when strength has run dry and even the flag of surrender feels too heavy to lift. It’s there, in the dust, in the silence, in the brokenness, that Jesus steps in.
He doesn’t wait for us to stand.
He kneels beside us, lifts us, and bears the weight we no longer can.
And when our arms are too tired to raise even a flag of surrender, He carries both us and it.
This isn’t defeat, it’s grace.
Because where we end, He begins.
Where we collapse, He carries.
And where we see failure, He sees faith, the kind that trusts His strength over ours.
In the battlefield of life, it’s never about how well we fight, but how fully we surrender.
And even then, when surrender itself feels impossible, Jesus is still there, steady, strong, and sure, walking us home through the smoke and the light.
JESUS IS LORD