So that I may know how to speak to the wearied.
He provides me with speech.
Sometimes with all this I am wearied.
Inspiration seems out of reach.

This happens so many times.
In so many endeavours.
We lose track of our lines.
They seem endless, the hours.

Then I read these lines from Isaiah’s poetry.
We are all in different ways given a chance to speak.
In different spheres we find to fulfilment some entry.
We just have to commit to seek

We all have a choice.
And a voice.

…….

Speak to the wearied
And let us find our own voice
That’s the only way

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See Isaiah 50 : 4-9