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When Can I Rest At Last?
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Faith & Spirituality Father,
'tis not for me to know,
the day You choose
to call me home...
I do understand that.
But, Father,
some days,
I grow so weary,
its all I can do,
to make my way
through another day
of this unending pain.
These pains,
these all consuming pains,
leave me weakened,
mind, body and soul,
leave me drained
of hope and the will
to go on,
and though I dig
for needed strength,
sometimes,
I'm too far down,
to even care anymore.
Father,
many days,
many times,
You have heard me
crying out,
'Please...just let me die!'
Its those days,
that are the hardest,
those moments
of feeling so much pain,
in all its forms,
of feeling so alone,
so unloved,
and so very, very tired,
that I long to ask You,
'When,
can I rest, at last?'
