[Intro]
Some days
I don't need another assignment.

I need strength
to finish the one
You already gave me.

Because I'm still here, Lord.

I'm just tired.

[Verse 1]
I've been planting without seeing
anything break through the ground.
I've been praying the same prayer
without an answer coming down.

I've been pouring into people
who don't seem to ever change.
I've been trying to stay faithful
while my strength has drained away.

And I know the words I'm supposed to say:
“God is good, so carry on.”

But tonight I don't have polished words.

Tonight I'm barely holding on.

So I won't pretend I'm stronger.
I won't manufacture praise.

I'll bring You my exhaustion
and ask for strength
to stay.

[Pre-Chorus]
Not strength to be impressive.

Not strength to outrun everyone.

Just enough grace
for the next right thing.

And when that's finished...

enough for another one.

[Chorus]
Don't let me grow weary
of doing what is good.
When I cannot see the harvest,
keep me faithful where I stood.

When my hands are tired,
when my heart feels weak,
when I've given everything
and there's nothing left in me:

Keep me planting.
Keep me praying.
Keep me serving anyway.

Don't let me grow weary.

Give me strength
for one more day.

[Scripture]
Galatians six, verse nine:
Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.

[Verse 2]
Maybe someone I've been loving
needs another hundred tries.
Maybe seeds I thought were wasted
are still growing out of sight.

Maybe prayers I whispered years ago
are moving things I'll never know.
Maybe heaven measures faithfulness
differently than results.

I don't need to see the outcome
to believe obedience counts.
I don't need to hold the harvest
to keep putting seed in ground.

Noah hammered while the sky was clear.
Abraham waited through the years.
Joseph served inside a prison
with no evidence the throne was near.

Faithfulness doesn't always feel
like victory.

Sometimes faithfulness
just refuses
to leave.

[Chorus]
Don't let me grow weary
of doing what is good.
When I cannot see the harvest,
keep me faithful where I stood.

When my hands are tired,
when my heart feels weak,
when I've given everything
and there's nothing left in me:

Keep me planting.
Keep me praying.
Keep me serving anyway.

Don't let me grow weary.

Give me strength
for one more day.

[Bridge]
First Corinthians fifteen, verse fifty-eight:
Be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.

Not.

In.

Vain.

That prayer wasn't wasted.

That kindness wasn't wasted.

That hour wasn't wasted.

That sacrifice wasn't wasted.

That seed wasn't wasted.

That night you stayed wasn't wasted.

That person you loved
when loving them exhausted you...

wasn't wasted.

[Build]
So I'll show up again.

I'll pray again.

I'll forgive again.

I'll give again.

I'll serve again.

I'll try again.

I'll plant again.

And if tomorrow
nothing changes...

I'll come back
and plant again.

Not because I worship results.

Because I worship
You.

[Breakdown]
I don't need
the harvest tonight.

I need enough faith
to keep planting.

I don't need
to understand the season.

I need enough strength
to remain faithful in it.

[Final Chorus]
Don't let me grow weary
of doing what is good.

Even when nobody notices,
keep me doing what I should.

When my hands are tired,
You can have these tired hands.

When my feet are aching,
they can still obey Your command.

When my voice is trembling,
I can still speak Your name.

When I cannot run another mile...

give me strength
for one more step.

Keep me planting.

Keep me praying.

Keep me loving.

Keep me giving.

Keep me faithful
until the end.

And if I never see
the harvest here...

I will trust
that nothing done for You
was wasted.

[Outro]
One more prayer.

One more seed.

One more act of kindness
nobody sees.

One more morning.

One more day.

One more chance
to faithfully obey.

I'm tired, Lord.

But I'm still Yours.

So when tomorrow comes...

I'll get up.

And plant again.
