Today, as I took a seat in the church, and then rose to join in worshipping the farther above, I realised that after just above Five hours of rest after a really gruelling day, and the cruel harshness of the week's activities, I was breaking down-spirit, soul, and body. My head swayed weightlessly, my entire form was troubled, my spirit was weighed down with the shadow of anxiety cast by the grim figure of the anticipation of the new week's demands. So I sat, took a pen and scribbled on paper, and was afterwards refreshed. It may not satisfy your desire for beautiful poetry, but for me, it is relieving.
POETRY FROM A TIRED SOUL

Weakly strengthened, totally torn
Tired from struggle hither I come
Tired of struggling, loathe to fight
Here I come into thy light

Out of a journey, hither I come
As a lone nomad, worn to the tongue
Even as a lone wanderer, thoroughly baffled
As a lone soldier, by fierce fiends embattled

Journeying thru the length of a week
Dost make the soul despair and spirit weak
Each battle of seven days' end
Dost make faith waiver, and courage bend

Torn from battle, torn all through
Still barely breathing , that much true
The grim reaper's pitchfork through me has seared
Yet into thy life-giving light my body I bear

The tiring battle is not over, nay, not won
The journey is not ended, the long walk not done
The long war started not too long ago
The win is still far, yet a long way to go

The war's end is tenfold farther than when it started
The road behind tenfold shorter than the way ahead
Yet I know that the war I must win
Yea, I know the destination is my destiny

So I rise to face the next battle
I rise to scale the next hurdle
As I shall rise again to face another next
And each time fall into thy sheltered rest

And as I sheath my sword, and gird my loins
I look ahead, and then gaze on thee in the heavens
I ask the same question as when hurdles I began to scale ,and danger to brave
"what yet must I do to be saved? "

And I know I shall the same response hear
Of a surety, thine faithful answer shall fill mine hear
From beyond the dark clouds thy voice will call to me and say
" thou man of clay
My grace is enough, only trust and obey "


' come unto me all ye that are heavy laden,and I shall give you rest'-Yeshua kristos

Xheonelfaez.

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