I’ve been pushing too arduous for too lengthy.
I’ve given my life extra fuel than it will possibly deal with, taken on an excessive amount of, tried to do greater than I’m able to.
And now I’m sitting by the facet of the street, unable to get began once more, watching the smoke pouring out of my broken-down life, weeping with frustration.
Come to my rescue, O Lord.
Dry my tears. Dry my engine. Give me relaxation and funky water. Train me in regards to the limits of my physique and my spirit. Assist me heal.
And when I’m prepared, ship me on my means once more. Gently, slowly, trusting in your watchful care.