tired of reaching

i’m tired of reaching out

tired of standing tall

i cannot find my footing

and i fear that i may fall

it’s too much to endure

my spirit cannot hope

my body aches and weakens

like a withered, fraying rope

tired of reaching

done with seeing

Someone fill my cup!

stretch out Your hand

and grip me tightly

lift me,

lift me up

my eyes are dimming, squinting

my ears no longer hear

my mouth can form no words of peace

it only whispers fear

i’ll wait for You awhile

if You say that You will come

come and free me, give me hope,

and point my gaze toward home