My soul is tired, my thoughts uninspired.
My mind is without ease.
My heart is heavy as I try to levy
a cure for this disease.
I hold onto bruises, my body refuses
to function as God ordained.
Despite any attempt I remain unkempt:
so revealing a countenance pained.
What's hidden in the mind can be hard to find
when the heart is burdened with life:
to count it all joy and remember to employ
what is truth versus what is strife.
In the midst of the chaos I seek Him who is LOGOS
and The Spirit begins to speak.
My troubles brought to light; He has known my plight
He's made strong when I am weak.
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