Have you ever felt like you were so tired? So worn?
So heavy hearted? So weak? Like the struggle will never end?
Like sometimes it takes all of your strength just to breathe?
I have.
♪ I'm tired. I'm worn. My heart is heavy From the work it takes to keep on breathing I've made mistakes. I've let my hope fail My soul feels crushed By the weight of this world 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 want to 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 I know I need To lift my eyes up But I'm too week. Life just won't let up 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 want to 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 And my prayers are wearing thin I'm worn even before the day begins I'm worn I've lost my will to fight I'm worn so heaven come and flood my eyes Let me see redemption win. Let me know the struggle ends That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn I want to know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that's dead inside can be reborn Yes all that's dead inside will be reborn Though I'm worn Yeah I'm worn
We are blessed in those dark times.
We have an Abba that is near to the broken-hearted
and saves those whose spirit is crushed {Tehillim/Psalm 34:18}.
He is the lifter of our heads {Tehillim/Psalm 3:3}.
He hears us when we cry out to Him. He lifts us out of the pit.
He puts a new song in our mouth {Tehillim 40:1-3}.
He gives beauty for ashes, oil of joy for mourning,
and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness {Yeshayahu/Isaiah 61:3}.