April 2, 2005


  • Lord


    My burden weighs heavily upon my shoulders


    My head, ever bowed, cannot carry even a smile.


    My mouth, dried from screaming out Thy name


    Cannot utter a word.


    My eyes, blurred from days and nights of weeping


    Cannot see Thee.


    My hands tremble in fatigue


    My legs can scarce bear my own weight


    Yet, a heavy cross I drag through the desert.


    Lord grant me a moment of rest


    Bear my cross for me for but a blessed second


    Bless me with a drop of Thy living water so my


    Soul might be restored, so


    Strength may burn its way into my exhausted body


    So I might move mountains and cry out


    Thy name.


    Lord


    My burden weighs heavily upon my shoulders.


    Now I place my cross at Thy feet and


    Beg Thou help me to carry it,


    For I trust in Thee, Lord, and


    Those who trust in Thee. . .


    Their burdens are light.

Comments (1)

  • So it is we must endure such times with a heavy heart. Most a pity. I would be lying if I said i felt the same, but i do know some of what you are going through. We are not as different as some think. Including ourselves. Having nothing to do with the poem i would like to have the Scribe Memorize me. Leave nothing out. People, mostly me, need to remember what it was like to be me, and us. I hope i am not asking too much.

    LaGrayve

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