I wrote this for some lovely women who have been going through a multitude of pain and struggles. The first few “weary” choruses originate from Proverbs 30:1 in the ESV.
The stained glass windows of heaven are dirty
Light hardly diffuses through
All that I know; all that I don’t know
Readily obscures the view
Illusions of color
Trace themselves upon the floor
I want to keep knocking
But I can’t lift my hand anymore
And I’m weary, so weary, so weary now.
Groans more quiet than whispers
Hardly escape my lips
These moments of relentless struggle
Hold me tight in their vice grip
And I’m weary, so weary, so weary now.
Crawling across the incessant sorrow
Subsumed by cinders and dust
Lifting reddened eyes from fractured fissures
Supplanting fear with crumbs of trust.
And I’m weary but hoping, weary but hoping, hoping.
Peering beyond the limited horizon
Traced in the tornado of tears
Watching for the sunset of sorrow
Remembering You are always near.
And I’m hoping and waiting, hoping and waiting, waiting.
Waiting while
Waiting still.