An Undivided Heart in Weariness

O LORD our God! to Whom shall we go but unto Thee? This world is very fair, but the fairest things so quickly fade! The rose is fair, but it perishes so soon. We, too—our strength departs, our very goodness wearies us. O Lord, we are full of weariness, we have desires which nothing in this world can satisfy. But since it is Thou who hast given them to us, let them be to us an earnest of that immortality which Thou hast promised to all who by patient continuance in well-doing seek therefor. And then, O Lord, we are such divided beings! At times we love the right, at others we do that which we ought to hate. But if Thou wilt touch our hearts, unite our hearts, then will we fear Thy name. At times we have such visions of the heavenly land that, like Thy apostle, we say “it were good to build here tabernacles.” But the vision fades away, and we must come down from the mountain to find only sick people waiting to be healed. To whom, then, shall we go but unto Thee, O Lord, to pour out the story of our griefs? If we tell them to our brother, we fear to weary him; if we go to the strong, he cannot understand our weakness; if we go to the weak, we do but increase the load he has himself to bear. We come to Thee, O Lord! We rejoice that Thou art never weary. We bless Thee that Thou knowest us altogether; and we pray that Thou wilt fill us with a strength not our own.—AMEN.