I’m so tired, can barely get out of bed
Seeing double, hanging on by a thread
My eyes don’t deceive me,
I look like a wreck
My feet have stopped walking in this valley of death
I feel like I could die
but … You lift me high
When I don’t think that I will survive
You breathe new life
When I’m weak and I crawl to your side
Bread and water wont feed the depth of my need But you get me by
You have been crowned a crutch for weak men but I’ve trusted in you and I can barely stand
Because I’m here interceding with my face to the floor
Hopelessly crushed by the weight of the world
But you are the rock higher than I
You get me high
When I don’t think that I will survive
You breathe new life
When I’m weak and I crawl to your side
Bread and water won’t feed the depth of my need
But you get me by
“Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” — Isaiah 40:28-31
