A Psalm for the Weary

To all who feel exhausted beyond their strength

I’m weary, but I worship
my eyes burn and blink
a liturgy of pain and less
I struggle, stumble and guess
toss, turn and confess
a muffled but sincere cry
I whisper forth to bless

I’m weary, but I worship
limbs weak, mind slowed
hope hanging by threads
roiled, ruffled I tread
swirling truths in my head
a lament and simple plea
Give us this daily bread

I’m weary, but I worship
dry bones coming alive
spark, kindled, aflame
joy mingled with pain
eclipsing daily complaints
I am drawn and pulled to sing
Worthy, still, is your name!