A heart that's frail and torn.

I know, I know...it says this blog is funny but really....it's not all that funny. 

Is there funny in the life that's unraveling, in funerals and teenagers, in sickness and a dirty house, in addictions and a house full of disappointment, in angry complaints and selfish demands, in tear stained faces and little children lost?  Is there any funny left in this broken world?
I search through my memory banks, seek out the hope that restores joy.  I, like Jesus cry out...My God, My God... I know I have never been forsaken, and so the words stop on my lips.  The words of a song, rising in my heart and I remember that I am not the only one in this world to feel crushed by the daily pressure and to long to find the hope in the darkness.  I know the victory is won, but the battle is hard.  So is it funny?  No, not at all....but sometimes you just have to decide to laugh in the midst of the storm.  Eventually you can see the funny but right now it's no fun at all.  And so I search for the words to the song and I remember that I am never alone.  Funny and Joy are two totally different things and today is not funny, but today I can have joy because redemption wins and death has no sting.  I wanted things to be funny, I always want the funny... but today I will settle for sweet joy in the knowledge that redemption wins. I know, I know...I am melancholy but maybe tomorrow I will be funny. 

So here is the song, its from Twelth Avenue North called "Worn"

I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But I'm too weak
Life just won’t let up
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

My prayers are wearing thin
Yeah, I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Yeah, I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn
So, heaven come and flood my eyes

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn
I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause all that’s dead inside will be reborn

Though I’m worn
Yeah I’m worn