Days so long and nights too short
A trying season it has been,
Demands of every moment
Leave me weary and stretched thin.
As my head hits the pillow,
With a prayer sweet sleep arrives,
Seems only just a minute
Till I wake to love’s small cries.
Love beckons in the children
Love beckons in the chores,
Love beckons in each gift-of-self
Each call to offer more.
What do I find in that place,
Where nerves and wits are at an end?
That surrender to His holy will
Offers more than I could spend.
“Stop counting every cost,” He says,
“Stop grumbling, ‘poor me,’
My peace is gained in poured-out heart.”
His words set my soul free.
Strength the weary body lacks
Is given tenfold by grace,
Prayer lifts what struggle has brought low
Surprising joy found in this place.
Driven by love, not ambition
Fueled by grace more than rest,
Lose self-love little by little
Find Living Water deeply blessed.
Wholly exhausted I am carried
Through acts of sacrificial love
Abiding in Holy Exhaustion
Finding rest in Him above.