When I cut the boiled eggs with plastic knife,
A thought comes to me.
I used to be soft like eggs,
Being cut easily by the harsh words like knife,
As I grow stronger in Jesus Christ,
My temperament becomes like an apple,
Not that easily hurt any more,
When sensing the oppression coming,
I pause and cry out to Him for help.
As I grow stronger again,
My spirit and mind become tougher like pumpkin,
This time I make the coming sword of lies,
Like the rock breaks the plastic knife,
I know God has prepared me to win,
Over the fragile foes.