Rest to the Weary

Evil reports that should not be Too many things you can't unsee We were born for such a time Out of sight, not out of mind Too much to hear you can't forget What just began's not over yet It's all too much for some to bear Unless you take it to God in prayer He gives rest to the weary Strength to the weak Peace to the worried and power to the meek God is faithful to all Who trust and obey He is the Potter, We are the clay Too much sorrow, too much grief Too much pain and unbelief Too much fear, too many lies Only peace with God satisfies He gives rest to the weary Strength to the weak Peace to the worried and power to the meek God is faithful to all Who trust and obey He is the Potter, We are the clay