I am weary of the worry,
Weary of the pain,
Weary of the dreary teary,
Weary of the shame,
Tired of all the sickness in me,
And tired of my name.
But deep inside my heart of hearts,
There lives a drop of sun,
And when life’s at its darkest,
To here my hurt can run,
For when all about is dimming,
It shines brighter, ‘til I’m brimming.
And Jesus’s hand that’s holding mine,
Soothes my heart, now back in line,
I’m grateful for this time I have,
To lie and wait for you,
To hold on tight, to cry and sigh,
And know that you are true.