WEARY

I'M DONE LORD,

I'M FINISHED.

CAN'T I PLEASE COME HOME?

I'VE SHARED MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS

AND HURTS

WITH PEOPLE ALL OVER THIS WORLD,
PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?

WHERE IS THAT FINISH LINE?

I WANT TO JUST LIE IN THE GRASS,

STARE AT THE BEAUTIFUL SKY

AS THE WHITE, FLUFFY CLOUDS DRIFT BY,

AND CONTEMPLATE ON ALL THE GOOD THINGS

YOU HAVE DONE IN MY LIFE.

BUT MY HEART IS HURTING,

AND I DON'T THINK I CAN STAND ANOTHER DAY

WITHOUT SEEING HER,

HOLDING HER,

SMELLING THE FRAGRANCE OF HER

BEAUTIFUL HAIR,

LOOKING INTO HER BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYES.

YES, SHE IS YOURS,

BUT I GAVE BIRTH TO HER,

RAISED HER,

BECAME HER FRIEND.

BUT NOW SHE'S CUT ME OUT OF HER LIFE.

AND FOR NEARLY TEN YEARS

I HAVEN'T SEEN HER,

THOUGH SHE LIVES ONLY A FEW MILES AWAY.

IT'S HER CHOICE,

NOT MINE,

AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHY.

I'M TRYING HERE,

CAN'T YOU SEE,

TO DO WHAT YOU ASK,

TO DO WHAT YOU SAY?

PLEASE HELP ME TO STAND ON THIS ROCK,

FOR THE WAVES ARE HIGH

AND DANGEROUS.

THEY ARE TRYING TO WIPE ME AWAY.

CHANGE MY HEART LORD,

BRING ME CLOSER TO YOU,

AND ALL OF THESE HURTS I ENDURE

I LAY AT YOUR FEET.