I am weary, faded, and worn, Like a threadbare cloth almost fully torn. The threads of the warp and woof lay bare, From the friction of the world and inner despair.
My heart is heavy from all that I see, And the voices that scream so loudly within me. Some days I feel so anxious and frail, And overwhelmed by suffering’s massive scale.
How many times can a garment be repaired? Is there hope that a worn one might still be spared? Sometimes I feel like I’m just too far gone, And I forget the promised hope of dawn.
My words are feeble, and I fear to speak. But Lord, help me believe even when things look so bleak! Don’t let me settle for mismatched, unshrunk patches, Nor abandon myself to destructive fire and ashes.
Please don’t let these fragile threads break, But oh, if they do, surely You can still make. For, in Your skilled hands, nothing goes to waste, Even holes and stubborn stains can be wholly erased.
You promised to finish every good work You ever began, So help me to trust that You still have a plan. You are still working, making like only You can do, Making even seemingly hopeless things new.
Through every hour of every day and every night, Even in the moments I do not have the strength to fight, You are present, holding me in Your capable hands, And fighting for me, leading according to Your perfect plans.
Through all the tumultuous storms of this life, And every kind of mortal earthside strife, You assure me that You are still in control, And You draw near to comfort and console.
Through the endless stream of man-made turmoil too, And all the hurt us mortal beings to one another do, You promise that Your way will prevail in the end, And until then, You lead the way to love, reconcile, and mend.
Through the times I am overcome with fear, And all the moments I cannot feel You near, You say to cast my anxieties on You because you care for me, And tell me that feelings do not always correspond with reality.
Through every tear I have ever cried, And all the times I have come to You tongue-tied, You listen and understand all that I need, And when I have no words, Your Spirit is there to intercede.
Through all the moments when all hope seems gone, When I am weary and not sure I can continue on, You offer me the rest my soul does yearn for, And remind me, once again, that I do not walk alone anymore.
Through all the dead ends I find myself stuck in, By my action and inaction, that is, by my sin, You make a way where there is no way, And lead me out, never leading me on or astray.
Through all the walls I have built by my pride, And all the times I have tried to run from You and hide, You break through to reveal my transgression in loving conviction, And bring me back, redeeming me from my terminal condition.
And through the valley of the shadow of death, Even on the day that I take my last breath, You declare that I am not alone, And assure me that You will bring me home.
Through it all, You are faithful and true, And You see things from a much higher view. No circumstance here can thwart Your plans, And even now in the chaos, I am in Your steady hands.