My Weariness

This poem was originally published in March, 2013.
It needed to be published again, but in the first person this time.

Sometimes I feel so weary,
And I really don’t know why?
I can’t put my finger on it.
I wouldn’t even try.

I can’t explain the emptiness,
That’s way down in my soul.
Can’t understand the outlook,
I feel buried in a hole.

I would be quite justified,
If something wasn’t right.
But when nothing is the matter,
When no reason is in sight?

Could it be the dreariness,
Of cold, gray, winter days?
Could it be the sunless skies,
When uninvited, stays?

What to do when I wake up,
And tears are very near?
What to do when inside me,
Lament is all I hear?

Nothing to complain about.
That’s just a waste of time.
To finally say, Mood go away!
Out of the rut, I climb.

The ruts of my own making.
The ruts I fall into.
I can’t pull up my bootstraps.
Oh Lord, how I need You!

You, the Lifter of my head.
You, my Morning Star.
You, my gentle Shepherd.
You, my Door ajar.

Only You can get me out,
Of the quagmire deep within.
Only You can find me.
Only You know where I’ve been.

This world can be a wilderness.
Without a map to guide.
I can’t get out, not on my own.
I need You by my side.

Lift me high above the doldrums.
Lift me high above the fray.
Turn my eyes towards You.
The Truth, the Life, the Way.

My perspective will begin to change,
When I put my eyes on You.
When I think about all that is great,
And good, and right, and true.

Heavy hearts will come and go,
Without explaining why.
I know the One who died for me.
The One who reigns on high.

Advocate. Redeemer.
Arbitrator. Friend.
Savior who has died for me.
On Him I can depend.

To have Your yoke upon me,
Not to push against the goads.
I will follow where You lead me.
On this narrow Kingdom road.

In any split second of a moment of time
In the blink that is one single day
The sum of the sorrows
That wraps round the world
Could catch every soul up,
And sweep them away

As vast as the ocean,
As deep as the sea
Swept up in one toxic tide
By warm, salty waves,
The world weeps its woe
So how could it be
That my own eyes are dry?

So open my eyes, and open my heart
And grant me the gift of Your grieving
And awaken in me the compassion to weep
Just one, of the tears of the world

When God walked among us
In the fullness of time
He wept tears as old as the world
Acquainted with sorrow,
He took up the cup
And drank every drop
Of the poison that heals

So open my eyes, and open my heart
And grant me the gift of Your grieving
And awaken in me the compassion to weep
Just one, of the tears of the world

And so comes the call
Of this sorrowful Man
To set our small sadness aside
To come now and follow,
No matter the cost
To follow Him boldly
And ‘weighting’ the time

So open my eyes, and open my heart
And grant me the gift of Your grieving
And awaken in me the compassion to weep
Just one, of the tears of the world
Just one, of the tears of the world

(Tears Of The World, by Michael Card)

2 responses to “My Weariness”

1. Thank you Gina for this post and song…

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   • You’re welcome, Sue!

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