Indescribable tiredness dragging me down,
Zapping my energy, please let me lie down.
I lie down and sleep but rest does not come.
Oh when will I live again, when will I run?
I was active and helpful and willing to serve.
Now my heart tells me that I just haven’t the nerve.
All consuming my sadness, making weary my soul.
Though I have no desire, being well is my goal.
My body’s not helped by the action I take,
If I can’t become well, then what is at stake?
Fulfilling my purpose, understanding my call.
Perhaps to understand these, I must live through this – all.
Without pain there’s no trusting, I rely on myself.
When I struggle I find God in Jesus my help.
Then for tiredness of body and spirit and soul,
The resurrected Jesus alone will make whole.
So for healing and wholeness and rest for my being,
I must ask while I’m waiting to cease from my reeling,
For God to renew and to alter my nature
That by His Spirit and habit I become a new creature.