These Weary, Willing Feet (Hebrews

Описание: Hebrews 6:10 reminds us that "... God is not unrighteous so as to forget your work and the love you showed for his name by ministering and continuing to minister to the holy ones." Jehovah remembers with much love and gratitude the work we have done in our healthier, younger past. No matter what our limitations are, we are all still valuable to Jehovah.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
The morning used to greet me with a skip in my step
A whole world to conquer, promises to be kept
Now the sunbeams creep in slow, across the floor
And I wonder what today has waiting, just beyond my door

[Chorus]
My hands, they used to build, strong and true
Now they fumble with the buttons, feeling lost and new
My feet, they used to wander, wherever I would roam
Now they trace the same old patterns, just to get me home
It’s a different rhythm now, a different kind of beat
But I'm still trying to serve Jehovah, with these weary, willing feet

[Verse 2]
I used to lift the heavy things, without a single groan
Now a simple song feels too heavy just for me to sing alone
The brothers and the sisters, they all smile and lend a hand
And I nod and try to thank them as they try to understand

[Chorus]
My hands, they used to build, strong and true
Now they fumble with the buttons, feeling lost and new
My feet, they used to wander, wherever I would roam
Now they trace the same old patterns, just to get me home
It’s a different rhythm now, a different kind of beat
But I'm still trying to serve Jehovah, with these weary, willing feet

[Gentle Guitar solo]

[Bridge]
[Soft backing harmonies]
They say His strength is perfect, in our weakness it is found
A quiet kind of courage, on this unfamiliar ground
And though the path has shifted, and the view is not the same
I whisper out His praises, and I still call upon His name

[Chorus]
My hands, they used to build, strong and true
Now they fumble with the buttons, feeling lost and new
My feet, they used to wander, wherever I would roam
Now they trace the same old patterns, just to get me home
It’s a different rhythm now, a different kind of beat
But I'm still trying to serve Jehovah, with these weary, willing feet

My hands, they used to build, strong and true
Now they fumble with the buttons, feeling lost and new
My feet, they used to wander, wherever I would roam
Now they trace the same old patterns, just to get me home
It’s a different rhythm now, a different kind of beat
But I'm still trying to serve Jehovah, with these weary, willing feet

These weary, willing feet...