“We’re all tired”, he said to me.
We’re all tired, but should be free.
We’re all stuck deep in the mud.
In the swamp, and in the blood.
We despair, defend and lie.
We’re so tired, we don’t know why.
Where is God, when we need him most?
Where is God, or is he lost?
We’re all tired, but grace will come.
We’re all tired, and yet as one.
“Don’t despair” she said to me.
We are tired – but shall be free.
[Just written.
Fresh to press.
Please excuse the errors.]
We’re all tired, but should be free.
We’re all stuck deep in the mud.
In the swamp, and in the blood.
We despair, defend and lie.
We’re so tired, we don’t know why.
Where is God, when we need him most?
Where is God, or is he lost?
We’re all tired, but grace will come.
We’re all tired, and yet as one.
“Don’t despair” she said to me.
We are tired – but shall be free.
[Just written.
Fresh to press.
Please excuse the errors.]
