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.