Remove your hand from me: I'm done
And broken. It's enough.
You may tell me I have much to learn,
But have mercy on me, love.
I'm weary and my soul will NOT
Stay focused on your grace.
I'm SORRY. I cannot get up.
I cannot run this race.
Lift your hand from me. I hurt
Are my tears not in your scroll?
I think I let my smile slip.
The fear will take its toll.
I see it coming: so I BEG.
Remove your hand from me.
Its weight upon my weary shoulders,
I'm breaking, steadily.
So take your hand from where it lies,
And move it to my head.
Lift me up to gaze at you--
Raise my spirit from the dead.
It's wearying and I admit
I'm useless here tonight.
You break me down, you lift me up.
Just come and set me right.
Okay: I must remain here;
I hear your reprimand.
But let me not grow faint here
Beneath your heavy hand.
Take it all from me now.
I'll sit here-- be content.
When you told me you would change me,
I see this is what you meant.
Oh, my soul is weary.
Remove me from the mire.
Take your hand and lift my head;
My soul to never tire.
postscript
Just a prayer.