Spent

When the day's not even over
And life's weight is pulling closer
To your breaking point,
That flaking point,
Where rest is not enough,
When the weeks are rolling by and passing
Before you're done with the asking
When is it time to stop, to rest, to breathe?
When it's raining and it won't let up
And the world is loud and you've had enough
And Groundhog Day is here again
And you throw your arms up
And say
I'm spent!

When you're here,
In this wear and tear,
In this dirty place
Where there isn't enough space,
In this camping ground
Where you feel like you've drowned,
Remember.
Christ is here.

When you're spent
He's just getting started
When you finally understand this you've departed
From that endless squeaking mouse wheel
Where your efforts aren't enough-

When you give up
He is Risen
When you forgive
You're forgiven.
When you're tired,
He's your Rock.
When time's not enough,
He's the Place where time forgot.

In your weakness
He is Greater,
In your doubts
He's your Creator,
Reigniting Hope and Faith,
Breathing Life into your wish for Grace.
When you're frightened
He's your Father,
When you're timid
He looks after
Every hiccup, every hangup,
Every tired old fear and failure.
He's the lifter of your head.
He's the Life and He's the bread
That will sustain and carry you...
He'll see you through.

So when you're spent,
He's Heaven-sent.
When you're weary,
He sees so clearly...
Even though it looks so bleak
And you feel so mild and meek,
His lens is other-worldly,
His view is what you should see:
He sees the love and plans He has for you;
He holds your hand,
He knows what to do.

Come to Me,
He calls,
So softly,
Come and find Me
In this moment.
Be still and know that I am God.