Tired

“I’m pretty tired, I think I’ll go home now.” – Forest Gump, after running for 3 years, 2 months, 14 days and 16 hours

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”   Matthew 11:28-30

life was silent this morning,

distant and confused;

I am tired of the pain,

I am tired of the suffering;

yet still You raise me up,

even now You carry me forward;

without You there is nothing;

the dreams grow,

the time is almost here,

the moment rushes forward,

payment past due,

the taste becomes bitter,

inside this dry and dying

cauldron;

I am tired of the pain,

I am tired of the suffering;

yet still You raise me up,

even now You carry me forward;

without You there is nothing.

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