Monday, February 18, 2013

I'm worn.

Sometimes in life you just feel out of control. No matter how hard you try to take the reins into your hands, they are always just out of your reach. They sit there in a way that taunts you and makes you question how you have been living, thinking, and even breathing. "Maybe if I had just said this, done this, or did it in that way..." But that's hard to question because that isn't the way it happened. You don't have a do over. This is life. All you can do is hold on to what you have, what you know, what you believe, and have the faith and courage to just trust that it will all be okay.

Getting to 'okay' is the difficult part. It's the part that hurts, stings, and scars. It's the journey that produces the most tears, doubt, and questions. It's the place that makes your so exhausted, fed up, and just done. It wears you out and breaks you down. But once you are there, you feel the relief, the satisfaction, and refilling of pride. But that isn't where I am. I am not okay. But I will be. Somehow, someday, some way.


I'm tired, I'm worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I've made mistakes
I've let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That You can mend a heart that's frail and torn

I'm tired, I'm worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I've made mistakes
I've let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that's dead inside can be reborn
‘Cause I'm worn

I know I need
To lift my eyes up
But I'm too weak
Life just won't let up
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

My prayers are wearing thin
I'm worn
Even before the day begins
I'm worn
I've lost my will to fight
I'm worn
So Heaven come and flood my eyes

Yes, all that's dead inside will be reborn
Though, I'm worn
I'm worn





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