Knowing that my destiny is glorious, which is the sure hope of heaven, I 'm able to pick up my pace here on earth. Though weary, I can stretch the wings of my faith and fly! I can walk the path of obedience and not get tired. I can move through routine days and not get weary. A better world is coming, when my spirit will call me to action and my body will run and leap and fly! This is my hope.
I can be steadfast, patient, and joyful in spite of deep weariness: kind and calm, less focused on my frailty and fatigue; more concerned about others than I am about myself; ready to speak a loving word to those who are struggling. I can get ready now for the day my soul will take flight.
I am a little weary of my life -
Not Thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought,
Or I am weary of weariness and strife.
Open my soul-gates to Thy living flood;
I ask not larger heart-throbs, vigor-fraught,
I pray Thy presence, with strong patience rife.
Not Thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought,
Or I am weary of weariness and strife.
Open my soul-gates to Thy living flood;
I ask not larger heart-throbs, vigor-fraught,
I pray Thy presence, with strong patience rife.
When I'm weary in life's struggles, I can find my rest in the Lord
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