As I lay, Weary from the hurt, Tired from the pain, Sure I am lost. I hear Him calling, Not so far away, Envoking me to come back, So I can feel His grace.

Yet my hope is gone, I refuse the love He brings, Not worthy of being safe, Or truly being free. But His voice is never ending, He cries out for my soul, No strength I have left, To just let myself go.

So here I am again, Sick and full of grief, Believing I will never, Have a peace inside of me. Then a warmth comes through the mist, Strong hands touch my face, Tears fall from my eyes, As I long to feel His embrace.

I tell Him I am tired, Of the life I receive, All I feel is regret and hurt, I no longer want to be. I hear Him say, "My child, I am what you need, I will give you joy inside, Just let go, have faith in me."

The days are so much clearer now, As He holds my head up high, No longer laying on the earth, But in a bright new light. I say, "Lord let each day, Be as You truly please, Molding, shaping, guiding, To the life You've prepared for me.