I’m tired of running.
I’m tired of trying to do this in my own strength.
I self-protect to the point of exhaustion.
What in the world am I doing, Lord?
Rescue me from myself.
I can’t do it.
I give up.
I’m done with this life.
I’m so sick of living with this pain.
At times it’s unbearable.
Every day I wake up and it’s still there.
My tears have been my food both day and night as I cry out to You.
As I seek You and call out to You with every breath, come quickly, Lord.
Please.
I’m tortured by impatience and longing.
The need to be in Your presence consumes me.
I just want to be with You, Jesus.
Only in Your arms do I find rest.
Joy comes when I quiet myself and allow Your presence to comfort me.
Help me to receive the balm of grace Your wounds have provided.
Jesus, because of Your stripes, I am healed.
Until You come to take me home, please help me to live.
Help me to radiate the eternal hope You have provided, the hope that encourages me to press on.
While I wait to see You, please remind me that You are always with me.
You are my now and my forever.