A positive crime

When I've no longer have the strength to carry on,
where no longer do I find anything worthwhile..
meaningless consumes my everything,
the joy of the Lord becomes my strength.

I don't wish to just sail thru this storm,
becoz it takes pressure to squeeze the juice of the grapes,
years for wines to mature,
will I submit into his moulding?

The whine in me,
I've to kick it out of me,
even though i'm picking my bones,
becoz its a positive crime to be weak in his arms.

I care for them all,
every detail means so much to me,
n to him above,
may my prayers n blessings touch them somehow.