So weary!
And leary…
And dreary…
Stop this mind from racing all the time
Restful peace, come hither, be mine
It was here earlier, but now it’s long gone and out of sight!
On this restless, sleepless, clogged up left nostril night
I remember sleep
And what a comfort it was
But now all it does is leave me lacking
Because even there these thoughts just won’t stop yacking
So I, I hit the floor and on bruised knees start banging down your door.
Can’t take this anymore
Holy Spirit manifest your being
Comfort this soul,
So that I can start singing of that peaceful feeling that any minute now you’ll be bringing
Grace grows in winter I am told
But that’s not what I want to hear right now, truth be known
It’s you Father that I desire
So put out this unholy fire
And set ablaze me anew
With a peace that comes only from you
Where else can I turn and what else may I do?
Here I am…
Yours!
Here I am…
Yours!
Here I am…
Yours!