The sorrows that bind me are so heavy sometimes. Father, I'm tired of fighting- I am becoming so weak. My heart aches for You, for Your will, Your people--
please, my GOD, have mercy on me!
I'm beaten, broken, bruised, bleeding, Lord, for your Name- for Your glory! I have rejoiced in my suffering and in Your never-ending grace... even still, I know there is a purpose:
I know You are exalted in my brokenness.
My Father, my Creator, my Saviour-- rescue me now from my sorrow. Deliver me into the hands of mercy, freedom, joy. There is power in Your hands, blessed Redeemer.
But Lord, if it is Your will that I continue to fight--
My King, I will fight.
I will be broken and used up for as long as I live.
And in that darkness,
I will fight for strength, for peace that only comes from You.
Holy One, remember me.