He hath made me weary
(Job 16:7; KJV).
You’ve made me weary
For reasons of your own.
You’ve swept my former life away.
My health and strength are gone.
And yet, you’ve not forsaken me:
I know your love is deep,
For you bring good from everything,
Whilst I, Lord, wait, and weep.
Please help me to accept my lot,
And say, just like your Son:
If I must drink this bitter cup, Lord God,
Thy will be done.
At death, you’ll take my body home,
Transforming it again.
Then I will share your joy, with no more weariness
For you will heal my heart and mind,
My soul and spirit, too.
Then I’ll be weary, Lord, no more –
For I will be like you.
He will take our weak mortal bodies
and change them into glorious bodies like his own
(Philippians 3:21; NLT).