The man declares, I am weary, O God;Though I may seem confident, this is who I often am inside—worn out, feeling stupid, and acutely aware of my distance from God. And the answer is bracing rather than cuddly: who are you, and who is God? His mighty otherness needs to overshadow me—it's the only way I can see how very much I need Jesus and how precious He is. It's a right perspective which places Him at the very center of my life (and all life).
I am weary, O God, and worn out.
Surely I am too stupid to be a man.
I have not the understanding of a man.
I have not learned wisdom,
nor have I knowledge of the Holy One.
Who has ascended to heaven and come down?
Who has gathered the wind in his fists?
Who has wrapped up the waters in a garment?
Who has established all the ends of the earth?
What is his name, and what is his son's name?
Surely you know!
Dwelling on my inadequacy is incomplete. I must take it all the way to desperate need, and then look up to see how God has met that need in power and love, for all time. Christ's glory stands revealed, pulling me back into His orbit.
Poor I was, and sought for riches, something that would satisfy.
But the dust I gathered ’round me only mocked my soul’s sad cry.
Hallelujah! He has found me, the One my soul so long has craved!
Jesus satisfies all my longings: through His blood I now am saved.
—"Satisfied" (Clara Tear Williams, 1875)