I'm on the tired side of content
Exhaustion is my privilege
What's the point of getting to heaven
Being well rested and well fed?
No, I want to be spent
'Cause everything we have is lent
Oh, I want to be used
To give honor to the accused
Pass on the comfort I received in Christ
To see my need for his sacrifice
It's my turn to give it to others
As we become sisters and brothers
I'm on the tired side of content
Because I was taught the secret
Of being in plenty or in need
I can do all things through Christ in me
And I want to see Christ formed in you
He is the only person who
Can take our evil and turn it for good
And make you feel wholly understood
No, I want to be spent
'Cause everything we have is lent
Oh, I want to be used
To give honor to the accused
Pass on the comfort I received in Christ
To see my need for his sacrifice
It's my turn to give it to others
As we become sisters and brothers
True rest is not found in beds
Or made up inside our heads
We find it in Jesus' yoke
When we let him bear our load
He can spend us all he wants
Though our bodies wear the cost
Find joy in that crazy claim
Lose our lives, we'll call it gain
This is where my soul finds rest
On the tired side of content