Upon His Shoulders

Lord of my rest,

I bless you.

I receive your comfort,

healing and refreshing,

depleted and needy

for your Spirit and grace.

Thank you for rest,

break into my frenetic cycles

where my wheels only spin

and I’m more stuck than I know.

Shine your light

on the root of my anxieties,

so I can’t cover it up,

and help me

to cast all my cares on you.

Break through my muteness,

open my mouth,

so my heart can spill forth the cries

pent up behind my futile actions.

When the world weighs heavy on my shoulders,

and surrounding sin and pain grieve me,

I choose to remember you,

my Lord,

Wonderful Counselor,

Mighty God,

Everlasting Father,

Prince of Peace,

the government is upon your shoulder.

I praise your Name.

Amen.