I’m dried up,
empty
Not a drop left
Out of energy
I have nothing to offer You,
nothing to give
I have no prayers
I can’t sing
I’m depleted
Maybe my tears are speaking as they fall
I really have nothing to say
Hold on, dear one,
the answer is on the way
I have not forgotten you
I will not leave you hanging
I’m working
Trust Me
For his anger endureth but a moment;
in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night,
but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5