O Lord, my heavy heart hurts
and my tongue canít find words
to articulate the inward pain,
as my spirit struggles to avert
reiterations of disappointment.
My thoughts of being distraught,
exhausted and overwhelmed steal
the inner peace of my contentment.
Iím humbled by my circumstances;
now Iím casting my cares upon You;
Iím reaching for Your rest, yoke
and peace, to have another chance
of moving forward with Your Kingdom.
Refresh my spirit with the essence
of Your Presence; grant me the grace
to overcomeÖ these current symptoms.
1 Pet 5:6-7; Matt 11:29-30
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Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably! --Joseph J. Breunig 3rd