Toiling hard each day of this life
Or living in doubt or pain or despair
One gets tired.
Tired to work; tired to laugh;
Tired to breathe.
With every bone aching
And every tear fallen,
What is left?
Is there anything that can heal
This broken being?
Leaving all that hurts..
Oh, there is so much that does!
And, no longer trying to control life,
She surrenders, to the one
Who holds the thread running through all.