Empty

It seems like my tank is always running on empty.

I’m tired of running on fumes.

It’s like I’m plugged in but still don’t have a recharge.

Every time I celebrate a small victory, life hits me with a new challenge.

It’s like I’m carrying stones in neck deep water,in a raging river.

One more stone and I’ll go under.

One bad move and I’ll be swept away in the current.

So Lord, I look to you.

Lord please fill me up.

Fill me up until my cup runs over.

Anoint my head with oil.

Restore the joy that world took from me.

Help me be strong when I feel like giving up.

Help me to keep going when everything in tells me to quit.

Guide me with your strong hand.

Help me be full so that I can be used to uplift someone else.