He is My Sustainer

My body is tired.
My muscles ache.
My soul is weary.
I look up searching for your face.

Can you hear me?
Do you see me?
I want to walk on, but I. just. can't.

Carry me, Lord.
Carry me forward.
Lift and move through my tired body.
Comfort and heal my aching muscles.
Water my weary soul with your refreshing cup.

I cannot do this without you.
Time and time again, why must it be proven.
Can't we just chalk it up as a lesson learned and move on?
No... you want full and completely surrendered dependence on you.

It will be a continuous time of learning, growing, stretching.
Most days I prefer to ignore the road ahead.
But today it looks me square in the eye
And all I can do is breathe in and breathe out.
It is your grace that sustains me.

It is not I who lives, but you who lives through me.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus.