Your Power Sustains me

I can’t go on Lord.

My strength is spent.

My feeble frame,

Is tattered and bent.

Bang, Bang. 

Goes the drum in my head.

Boom, Boom,

It makes me wish I was dead.

I thirst for refreshment,

But my mouth fills with mud.

Pain and fatigue,

Overwhelm like a flood.

A deluge of tears;

Of anguish and sweat.

A river of sorrow;

Joy will not be met.

Hopelessness surrounds me;

It plays on my fears.

It stomps on my heart,

And shortens my years.

My Lord, please help me.

I’m drowning You see.

But I want no help,

Unless it comes from Thee.

The enemy tells us,

‘I can help you out.’

But he’s a liar; a killer;

Heed not his shout.

Jesus, I long for sweet succor,

Sent from your throne.

Please give me shelter,

Before You I fall prone.

Wash me clean of this filth,

And comfort me in my pain.

Bind me to your thigh,

So I can’t wander again.

Hobble me if you must.

Drive an awl through my ear.

I will serve You forever.

A willing slave without fear.

A slave to righteousness,

Freed from bondage to sin.

Born a servant of death,

Now reborn and brought in.

Brought into Your kingdom,

Born again by Your love.

Forgiven and clothed,

With grace from above.

Now as I serve You,

In this fallen world still.

Lord Jesus please keep me,

In Your perfect will.

I’m suffering, Lord.

But so do You.

When Your children weep,

Your heart is pierced too.

Wrap me Lord,

In a loving embrace.

And fix my eyes,

On Your glorious face.

Your power sustains me;

Your breath in my lungs.

Help me to endure,

Until we meet above.