In a rush of inadequate feelings and words,
A flood of sour lemon and cold,
Lies a tangle of tormented, good-natured doubt:
Presented, marked down, and then sold.
No big-hearted, sweet, good-intentioned attempts
Make up for inadequate pauses.
No desire to bear the burdens of friends
Can ease pain, set free, or stop causes.
The heart in its longing to be just enough
Suffers pain for those lost in the night.
But the weary old feet, and the tired old self
Are too weak to make things alright.
Poured out like an offering, give up those hands
And that body of death like a jail;
The love will pour out, so strong when we're not,
From the arms of the one who won't fail.
In God and through Christ and with love, we bear up
The suffering of friends, plus our own.
Inadequate words, once were trite, tired cliches,
No longer hold burdens alone.
postscript
Throughout Paul's letters especially we see prepositional phrases describing how we are in, through, by, under, with, for, of God, and I've studied the Greek for them too. So it is only WITHBYINTHROUGH God that we can carry anyone else, let alone our own weary selves.