Weary.
Do You grow weary Lord,
Of all my doubts and mumblings
When I am suffering Lord?
Weary.
Do You grow weary Lord,
With all the complaints
And all my grumblings?
Instead of trusting You
Fear takes its place
On the throne of my heart
Crowding You out.
Instead of believing You
Doubts can roll in and
Block out hope with
The dark storms of life.
And my mouth runs
Like a wild river
With a stream of fearful talk
And foul waters at times.
Fear, anger, and anxiety
Can fill my heart,
Like a flood of polluted streams
In the course of the day.
Yet You want me
To always trust You
No matter the trials, difficulties
And the storms of life.
For You are good
You are a faithful Savior
A Deliverer when
There is no way of escape--
A peace that passes all understanding.
You are Hope
When all seems so hopeless.
You are my Helper
From ages past
And the Ancient of Days.
You say to:
Cast all my cares on You
For You care for me.
You say to:
Fear not for I am with you.
Help me once again
To trust You and
To believe that
You are good.
I don’t want to
Weary You Lord
With all my mumblings
All my grumblings
That come from pain or a
Heart of fear and doubt.
I may be weary,
But You are never weary…
Help me to believe You.
(By: Melanie Boutiette © 9/17/05. Relevant for today's health struggles.)