I read the Lord is not restrained by pain that I may hold
By blood or death or truth or means,
by things that i’ve been told
He is not restrained by weakness, not restrained by might,
He is not restrained by what may come
Or things that don’t seem right,
The Lord is not restrained to save by many or by few
The Lord can see the battlefield
And knows just what to do,
He does not need my hands and feet,
Nor weapons, speed or wealth,
He does not look to mortal power
My sickness or my health,
He sees the fear that fills my mind
the thoughts of doom and dread
He is not threatened by chains that bind
From past sins I have not shed
My heart is heavy, my soul is worn,
I cycle loss , And long for change,
How heavy is the cross I bear
How long must I endure,
The Lord is not restrained
He does not tire or slow down
His eyelids do not weary
His sovereignty unbound,
His feet remain steady ;
when mine are unsure
His plans without flaw
His intentions are pure,
The Lord is not restrained, he is not stumped
or wrong or misled ,
I can trust his word; his stable hand
The promises he’s made
He is unrestrained in love,
he is unrestrained in power,
he unleashes mercy and kindness
With every passing hour
He is unlimited in his ways ,
Boundless in his love
Immeasurable in his knowledge ,
And endless with His grace
he relies not on the power of man,
The numbers we provide
The knowledge or skill
Nor limited by the weaknesses we hide
He is not undone by trials, burdens or scars
the marks we wear on flesh we have
Pain and war , swords and blood,
battles brought by sin
Fear of fate, and loss of life
Are places he begins
God does not fret at things unclear,
Nor wring his hands and pace,
He does not hasten to our panic,
Or slow down in a race,
I’m trying to trust you , to wait and see
I want to obey, but I want to be free,
your unrestrained in power , but your timing is your own,
your silent while I’m bleeding and quiet in my plea,
planning what I do not know ; designing what I cannot see,
where is the help I long for,
do you want me here unwell
does your plan include my peace
Is joy beyond my reach
Can my body bear another cycle, another month another day?
I am desperate for rest and change,
Lord temper me with Grace
You do not answer to the pain, your not a slave to time or death
The womb I hold threatens; yet you have promised breathe
tethered to something barren, something old, about to end
But you do not need something living
To bring new life to men.
I long for restoration and believe the day will come
When all things are made new
And this lament becomes my song,
My Faith Place 