Lost in the weariness of another day
Another disappointment
Another “not yet”
My soul longs to soar
As if it had eagle wings
But the weariness clings
And keeps me stuck in this muck
This mire weighs me down
Keeps me where I have no desire to be
If I had a torch, I would burn it away
If I had a hose, I’d wash myself clean
Free me, O Lord, from the weight of sorrow
Show me, O God, that there is an end
Bear with me, Savior, that I might carry on
Wait with me, Maker, for on my own doubt overcomes me
Strengthen me, Father, that I might endure
Teach me, O Spirit, that You are always good
Yet from this weariness may new life spring
May I be renewed in Your joy, unceasing
May I be aware of Your love, everlasting
May I be reminded of Your promises, faithful & true
May this weariness never keep me from You