Heavy is my heart this night.
I cannot put the words right.
Sighing…Groaning…
Joy comes in the morning, but now…
A burden lies in my chest.
A weight of ache and unrest.
Shallow…breathing…
None but my Father see me.
“Lord, You know my anxious thoughts!
O, put this right at all costs!”
Speechless…gasping…
It feels like nothing’s happening.
I roll my burden on Him.
My whole weight is upon Him.
Still…exhausted…
Now I will wait upon Him.
Conclusion:
It’s through these pangs of earnest prayer
Christ in us is formed.
Out of the depths of soul’s despair
spir’tual men are born.
