Poem: Tiring

My shoulders are aching
My eyes are puffing
My back is crying
My heart is screaming

The spreadsheet is calling
The camp is nearing
In just a week's time,
I won't be sleeping

The proposals are waiting
For me to be dealt with
The camps are nearing
Two whole weeks not sleeping

Am I complaining?
I don't want to be whining
I feel like weeping
And feel like quitting

He died for me ever so willing
For my heart to be strapping
For my soul to be hearty
Not for me to be weary

So I'll walk with Him intimately
Holding His Hands unfailing
Knowing that He is here with me
These tasks I'll be fulfilling