Weary

It tears at my heart and rips it apart
But I know that God has a plan

When I can’t see what is right in front of me
I know that God has a plan.

The flames of the trial leap closer and closer.
The brutality of hell gets hotter and hotter.

My heart feels empty…let it go, let it be!
I won’t. I know that God has a plan.

I won’t give up now! I’ll go on, but how?
Forgotten, forsaken, all of me is taken!

Where to go with nothing near? Where to hide away from fear?

Fiery trial, furious test. I can’t feel God. I have no rest.
My heart is tearing, breaking down. Satan’s attacking, I hit the ground.

What happened to victories that I once enjoyed?
Where is the state-of-mind that peace employed?

Fear of the fire is not the greatest fear I know, My greatest fear is that God has left me alone
Job, is this the feeling of the trial that you went through? Is this how low one can feel sitting in a church pew?

This constant pressing, the weariness of mind, the turmoil I’d like to leave behind,
Is another step in the right direction, the way of a heavy cross,
If I turned around, great would be the loss.

How does one survive with the cares of life tearing at the soul?
Who can stand before the forceful charges of this demonic foe?

Can I know again the wonder of His awe-inspiring peace?
Can I hear again the voice of Him who made violent waves to cease?

Have I forgotten what happens to those whose eyes stay on the Lord?
This battle’s fury comes to naught beneath the Conqueror’s sword.

When it’s all said and done, and the war is over, and I lean on Him and rest.
I’d like Him to be pleased and say, “My son, You gave Me your very best.”

He bids my steps down through the years. He wipes away all of my tears.
Even when the darkness surrounds, His grace in the storm abounds

So, Dear brother, faint and falling in the fight,
Don’t be swayed by Satan’s forces
Fast advancing in the night!

My Comrades have courage and good cheer!
Death and hell were once defeated here!

Hold up the rugged, blood-stained banner,
Surrounding foes will flee in rapid manner.

Be reminded in the battle, long and weary:
We’re not defeated. Christ already claims the victory.