After A Long, Tiring Day

The day has died to tomorrow
Yet my work bleeds to today
One business after the other
One part to play and another
I feel my strength now falter
So I kneel before Your altar
Heavenly Father, bringer of Grace
Help me run this race
Heavenly Father, source of light
Help me not lose sight
– of You

Everything New

I have no victories to offer
No achievements to lift up
I am poor and empty
Lost and confused
But take my broken heart
Receive a torn soul
Take them in your hands
That make everything new

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