Poetry for the Weary

When my head starts to throb,
my eyes sting from the long hours of reading and writing,
I am tempted to stop.

My hands would shake,
my heart grows heavy,
my flesh yearns and I utter to God,
'I am tired Lord!'
and would wish I didn't just said those words.

For I do not have the right to say those words,
when all I have done is obey and follow His lead.
He already shouted an answer to my plea:
'it is finished!'

I saw the wave,
It tossed and turned the boat and it's passengers hearts.
They cried out to the Sleeping Saviour,
'Do you not care if we perish?'
Oh how it reflects you and me.

Then He awakens and raises His hands,
the storm calms.
They were amazed!
Then He finally said, 'Oh you of little faith!'

'Come to me,
I am your strength you who are weak.
Come to me,
I am your righteousness to those who sin.'

'Come to me,
I am all that you need.
To Satisfy what the world could never meet.'

'Come to me,
and I will come to thee,
Oh! you who are tired and weary!
I am your rest and your safety!'
#matthew11:28
#wearyandtired
#findrestinJesus