When the Doing Feels Done
By Larry Allen Haggerty Jr & Copilot

There are days I feel tired—
not just in body, but in soul.
Confused, worn thin, and weary of doing.
I don’t know why I feel finished,
but the ache runs deep.
Still, I know God has my back.
I know He walks with me.
Yet sometimes, I wonder if I’m too tired
to keep walking this road with no end in sight.

I look around at the churches—
even my own—and I see things
that don’t line up with Scripture.
They welcome sin, not to redeem it,
but to grow their numbers.
They build fellowship halls
that look more like cocktail lounges
than houses of prayer.

They don’t speak of what God has done.
They don’t ask how we’re really doing.
They don’t pray for one another.
They talk politics, sports, and trends
more than they speak of the Word.
They quote modern religions
not to test them against truth,
but to agree with them.

And I’m tired.
Tired of doing.
Tired of speaking truth
when no one listens.
Tired of watching compromise
masquerade as outreach.
Tired of seeing the sacred
traded for the popular.

But even in this weariness,
I lift my voice like wind-borne scripture,
rising to the throne of God.
I cry out not in bitterness,
but in longing—for revival,
for true fellowship,
for a church that still trembles
at the name of Jesus.