WHERE CAN I GO?

WHERE CAN I GO?

I'm totally spent. Too many things happened this weekend, Lord. Most people don't have this many things happen in a weekend. No, I'm not talking about activities.

The roller coaster, Lord. The up and down...the words, the emotions, the people, the circumstances. I'm just tired.

Yes, I know I can come to You. That's why I'm here. I am here to let you heal my brokenness. I'm hear to let you remold and make me after Your will. I'm here, Lord. I'm here. My mind is spinning. My heart is no longer beating. My soul is waiting. My body is simply a puddle of weariness.

I see every great and mighty and miraculous portion of You, Lord. My eyes have no scales. Yes, it is others. Others and their perception of who I am, what I am, why I am and where I am. No one has it right, Lord. Yes, Lord, you have blessed me so much with the rose. More blessed than with any other flower, but it doesn't change what I know is true. And I need to sleep. Sleep in Your arms. I cannot rest, I need to sleep. I'm coming, Lord. I'm coming. Where can I go? Where can I go? Where can I go but to You, Lord? Needing a friend Who'll help me in the end; where can I go but to You, Lord.