Too Tired To Think

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m giving up on thinking now,

My brain quit long ago.

I wanted to wax eloquent,

Yet have nothing to show.

 

So, I will drop the fancy plans

And lift a simple praise

To Him who loves me as I am,

Even on my lost days.

 

My weary heart, my battered soul,

I place within His hand.

Though I may not know what to say,

He’ll hear and understand.

 

Psalm 102:1

Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you!