where is this peace, where is this rest, where is this comfort that i was promised? perhaps if i was consistent in seeking Your face. remembering my sinfulness before my emptiness. maybe then i would not be this shell of a figure, with an empty heart, left unfulfilled, desiring but not finding. accept my frustrations. i lay bare my soul. i have taken the light burden, refusing the heavy yoke for far too long. cradle me in Your arms, in Your love, in Your peace. cradle me in Your arms, in Your rest, in Your comfort.