Weary Soul

Where is there a place to
rest my weary head,
my feet are worn,
my soul is wearied,
I have come this far
on my own,
I ask for your kindness
and sustenance,
kindly be so given to
nurture back to good
health, my wearied
soul.
I have been far and wide,
living life to it's fullest,                                                                            enjoying the bounty
God has offered to me,
but now I am tired
and in need of provision
and slumber.
For soon I shall be
on my merry way,
to live and to love
life and all that
God has to offer.