The days come
They seem to make
My flesh weak
My strength fade

But as I ponder
God never gets tired
In sustaining strength
It is new every morning

He is faithful in making me strong
I will be faithful in making Him happy
As it was stated
"The joy of the Lord is my strength"

I asked God
"Please give me just a day,
To refresh myself
Away from all tasks and demands
For I am getting tired of them"

So God did,
And during those days of freedom,
I somehow did not
Allow Him to speak with me

The days grow and suddenly
I feel empty, lifeless
I wonder why I feel weak
Even if I'm not tired physically

Then I pray to God
But not the same prayer I uttered before:

*"I would not ask you anymore my God
To take away those tiring tasks
That the days throw in me
Along my way

But rather, I say
Please Lord be my strength
Through the days of being tired,
Of being free
In every season in my life

I knew each of these days
Will give demands
But be the source of my joy
Be the source of my strength"

Why've you come to thy calm seas,
with your waves crashing,
*I would hate to love you again.

Even Icarus knew this:
To kiss the sky was not enough
With lips like feathered wings
Smeared with wax
I will fly and fall
Over and over
Just to hover across
Your mouth like the sun