I’m growing weary, oh my Lord,
It feels like my edges might fray, The tears I hold back are so few
Compared to those that get away.
And yet I cannot let myself
Wallow, lost in complete dismay,
When You take time to place such joy
Along the path I walk each day.
So, with the tears and frazzled nerves,
Thank You for joy along the way.
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