The Dreary Slogs Of Weariness

As each day passes away, tuning into ashes of yesterday, I feel oft the burden of weariness weigh and drag me down.It consumes one's hopes, one's endurance, one's steadfastness, whittling it away gradually to nothing. At times, loneliness,and the lacking sense of real purpose harbour in you like a sinking ship,all rotten and decaying.

Yet as I stagger and stumble, A traveler on Life's Road takes compassion on me. He stays by my side.He gives a cool, refreshing drink to me, so parched by the scorching heat of Trouble, I never thirst again. He washes, binds and heal the livid bruises and wounds Adversity has dealt on me. He breathes life renewed into my strengthless body and spirit.It is my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, who sustains and restores me.