Weary

          I am posting two poems.   The first one was written about 1964.   I was a single mother, working as a waitress, living with my mother, and could only see a bleak, empty future.   Those were days of struggle and bare bones existence.  I didn't have Jesus yet in my life.

Weary

Weary is the one

Who can't succumb

The flight of time

The rocky climb

Of life's bright sun.

Who can't keep pace

Can't endure the race

The days fly by

Leaving a lost cry

Of a bewildered face.

          The next poem was written about ten years down the road, in 1974.   It speaks for itself!

Weary No More

Weary, weary---weary no more

Jesus knocked, I opened the door

The Holy Spirit now dwells within

Praise the Lord---I'm born again

A babe, a new babe am I

But now there's no lost cry

Christ enfolded me with love's light

Weary fears have taken flight

Oh, thank You, Lord

Praise You, Lord

Lifted are my burdens of sin

Love abides---peace dwells within!