WEARY

Shoulders slumped he walks
alone
No particular destination just
away from home
Children are running rampant
he's lost control
Burdens are weighing heavy
suffocating his soul
Defeat is at the forefront life
is to much to bare
Wishing he was the kind of man
that simply didn't care
Thoughts hold him captive frowns
mask his face
Wandering where You are father
where's Your amazing grace
Tears filter his eyes but he blinks
them away
Angry with the hand he's dealt
he forbids himself to pray
Doubting His ability yet doing
the best he can
Family being ripped apart was not
part of his plan
Weariness snaps his life away
bit by bit
No fight left in him no fire in his
spirit
Abba Dad hear my call he can't
do this on his own
Blanket Yourself around him let
him never feel alone
The head of his home he has to stand
one day before You
Not only as an individual but answer
for his family to
He is too tired and can barely hear
Your voice
Permit Your son peace quieten all
the noise
Open the eyes of his heart fill him
with Your Holy Fire
Ignite a spark flaming his being with
a burning desire
Life is for the living give him strength
to pull through
For within their imperfections earthly
fathers need to be revered to...