Resurrection
I’m tired, Lord, and have grown weak.
I serve, and give, and die, and leak.
Crucifixion has been my life’s selection
But now I’m praying for resurrection.
I’ve died a thousand deaths to obey your call;
Lost my life, lost it all.
Like a seed – dead and buried in the ground
Hoping this is where resurrection’s found.
I cannot give what I do not own.
But I have not reaped, only sown.
But the seeds are there, deep in your earth.
Longing for resurrection’s birth.