A Weary Soul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I grow weary and so weak

That I can’t even stand,

I ask the Lord to lift me up,

To hold me in His hand.

 

I ask Him to forgive the sins

That drag me down each day,

And, with a heart shattered by grief,

I bow my head and pray.

 

I listen for His still, small voice,

Like a whisper of wind,

And, as I shelter in His peace,

The pieces start to mend.

 

I feel His strength flow into me, 

His love restores my soul

And, even in my weariness, 

I am renewed, made whole.

 

Jeremiah 31:25

For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.