I am Mary and I”m Martha all at the same time.
I am sitting at His feet, and yet I’m dying to be recognized.
I am the picture of contentment and I am dissatisfied.
Why is it easy to work but hard to rest sometimes?
I’m restless and I rustle like a thousand tall trees.
I’m and I wake in search of You. Oh, but try as I might I just can’t catch You. But I want to. Cause I need you. Oh how long? How long until I’m home? Because I’m so tired of running. Oh How long until You come for me? Because I ‘m so tired, so tired of running.
This is not a lament of a heart that is depressed but a heart that longs for the full reign of Christ. I get tired of being of where things are not right. Where are hearts are hard and hurting. Playing in the mud puddles instead of the vast ocean. A life of contradictions we cannot escape but being captured of the Grace that only can fill our hearts.