Escape for the weary

A poem by Darren Weeks

Feelings of apprehension and dread
impending doom, an aching head
tossing and turning at night in bed
Is there any escape for the weary?

Sick with worry in the pit of the gut
slipping toward the worst of luck
thorns in the side of my flesh get stuck
Is there any escape for the weary?

Sympathies of friends and family recede
concerns only of self-interest and greed
reason and logic will no longer heed
Is there any escape for the weary?

Plotting and scheming lie in wait
cheating and stealing will not hesitate
defensive posture will mandate
Is there any escape for the weary?

The chips are down after placing bets
a road paved full of regrets
destitute and worn, the future is set
Is there any escape for the weary?

Down my face the tears will stream
no one cares, or so it seems
wake me up from this bad dream!
Is there any escape for the weary?

A progressive path on a downward slope
finally at the end of my rope
woefully believing there is no hope
No rest, no escape for the weary?

Cry out to God in anguish and shame
take it all; can’t cope with the pain
my life is yours in Jesus’ name
There is rest, there is rest for the weary!

 

“Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.” —I Peter 5:7

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