I’m tired. I’m worn. My heart is heavy.
Driving. The words fill the quiet. My mind thankful for the reprieve. My soul quietly nods. Heavy. Tired. Just plain worn.
From the work it takes to keep on breathing.
Breathe. Life. Shouldn’t this be easy. Breathing should never be work. Why do I feel so tired?
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve let my hope fail.
Hope. Yes, I’ve made mistakes. And they rob me of my peace.
My soul feels crushed by the weight of this world.
Tears that threatened to fall now stream down my cheeks. I forget that I wasn’t made to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. I forget that HE died for the world, not me. I let the things of this world weigh me down, leaving my soul dry and barren.
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn
As I let the spirit flood into the car, the edges of this tired soul begin to soften. I find myself remembering. Days of despair. Days where my heart could not beat another second on its own. Days when life felt like a life sentence of torture. Days when I could not see the end.
But today is not one of those days. Yes, I may be worn. Watching too many episodes of Senate volleyball will do that to you. Reading about parents abusing their children in the name of Jehovah will cause your heart to bleed uncontrollably. Hearing people cut one another down for the fun of it will cause the soul to ache for death. This life can be tough.
But I KNOW that redemption does win. I do KNOW that the struggle for survival is not forever. I do know that a broken, shattered heart can be mended. I know, deeply, that the ashes of a broken life can be used to grow something beautiful.
I walked through those days. And I survived.
Cause all that’s dead inside will be reborn
Though I’m worn
As the car pulls into the driveway, my worn soul whispers a simple hallelujah.
Lyrics sung by Tenth Avenue North.
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