Done
Let the tears pour out of my soul
For I am burdened
An anchor of pain has settled in me.
Optimism far from sight
Inundated by life’s sorrows
Scattered anger and solid sadness
Lord, I want to be done
Trying to pull myself from the grave I dug
Yet I coware in the corner
Desperate soul
Veins flowing with shame
Lord, I want to be done
Isolation is what I seek
But community does not allow such wants
Visual smile
Inner wailing
Lord, I want to be done
But as you did with Jacob
You wrestle with me
You show me that there is hope
You show me why I cannot be done
You bless me beyond my pain and sorrows
Even still
Even in the blessings and hope
I want to be done
What a draining season to be in
Yearning for joy
An inexpressible joy
Joy, a concept far from thought
Lord why do I want to be done
Have I wandered so far that your glory escapes my mind
Has this world consumed my life
Making you secondary
Lord you warrant awe
Yet my awe for you has been lost
Then I remember that you are God
In remembering who you are
My heart stirs
For you call me loved
You make me whole
You embrace me
Even as I fight against your love
You embrace me.
Lord I want to be done
But I have no reason for such a want
My inner thoughts fight the truths you try to ingrain
Lord I want to be done
Purify my thoughts
Make me done with the lies
Done with the sorrow
Done with the pain
Lord I ultimately want to be ready
Ready for your grace
Ready for your blessings
Ready for your inexpressible joy
Ready for your calling
Lord I want to be ready.