Jesus have you ever been tired? Have you been mentally exhausted, that you can't go anymore? My knees hitting the ground; I am so exhausted, and I just need help. Be strong they say, but I am just human and my strength is about out. Lift your head up they say, but all I can do is look down.
I'm not blaming you God, and I'm not saying you put alot on me, but I'm just asking for some help. Looking down at the ground crying, and my hands over my face. I am embarrassed this isn't me, because you raised me to be strong, but sometimes I know even in your flesh you got weak, though you were God in the spirit, but you were flesh in as Son. You must know what it feels like; where you can't walk no more, or travel, but all you can do is crawl until you can't crawl again. Look at me; no one would think I am strong anymore, if they see me now, but that doesn't matter because my pride is gone, and my ego is gone. God you said call upon you and I will come to you, well I have to call upon you, to help me today.
Grabbing for my jacket I kind of just lay my head on my wooden floor of the house; forget the bed tonight, because I need strength from God. Seems like I am just complaining, but I have never asked you for help God, because usually I can do this fight. It seems I dropped my sword back there, and I got no fight right now. Laying on the wooden floor with my jacket I hear steps coming down my hall way. I stay there, because I feel a spirit of peace and not for fear. Wait, hold on I see a bright light coming my way.
I can't make out his face, but as he gets closer I see his hands with a red blanket. I can just see his hands, and he puts this red blanket over. Than he says only this; it's about time you decided to call on me, and He disappeared.