What doesn't kill you makes you stronger—?
Leaves you wounded and scarred,
Facing life made newly hard,
Limping ever after & lamed
Like Jacob who wrestled & won & was renamed.
What doesn't kill you leaves you crippled,
Makes you vulnerable, counting on other people,
Trusting the kindness of everyone you meet
What doesn't kill you makes you stranger,
Filled with aimless anger
Disfigured & set apart by suffering & shame.
What doesn't kill you leaves you weaker,
Makes your prospects bleaker,
But you're never really alone.
So exult in your weaknesses
For when you are weak, then you are strong.