Ragged and worn
Weary and burdened
With nothing left to give but broken remnants
Remnants of who I was, pieces of an identity that shielded the truth
The truth of who you made me to be
This ragged and worn reality convinced me that I was lost and surrounded by hopelessness;
Everyday seemed an unending facade, meaning was lost in a tirade of monotony.
Apathy surrounded on all sides, pressing in, trying to consume the very heart of existence.
It blinded me to the authenticity and even the tangibility of your grace
But you are there gently pulling me out
Stress and conflict take me back to searching for quick and easy relief
My mind is a swirl of continuous thought. Keeping me blocked, preoccupied, causing me to be completely self absorbed.
All the while
Your arms are the place of my restoration
Your love the transforming fire of renewal and redemption