Rest at last.

God is the rest for my weary heart.

I was stuck!

I was between a rock and a hard place and pitch, black darkness covered my soul.

My heart had been torn and shattered

I was full of brokenness and shame,
when you found me in the dirt.
I was so tired and weary, I couldn't say a word.

You scooped me up like a baby too tired to walk,
and you held me close to your chest.
You cradled me so gently and I began to rest.