Tried, Tired.

*plop*

I tried and I'm tired. Tired of waiting, of hoping and wondering; tired of thinking and guessing; tired of planning and worrying. Tired of believing, tired, worn, weary and exhausted.

I'm wholly thankful, that's for sure, but boy am I still grouched. Meh. Kick the dust off my feet, arise and go to Jesus, fall into his strong arms in embrace, take a deep, wholesome sleep.

I Will Arise (Come, Ye Sinners)

Joseph Hart (1835)

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and pow’r.

I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,

God’s free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,

Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall;

If you tarry till you’re better,

You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;

On the ground your Maker lies;

On the bloody tree behold Him;

Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’ incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the merit of His blood:

Venture on Him, venture wholly,

Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,

Not of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness He requireth

Is to feel your need of Him.