Poetry ~ Burdens ~ LbtS ~ 2

"Burdens"

 By: Lady By The Sea

I was walkin’ along a never-ending road
carrying my heavy burdens
I’d picked up in towns past.
I don’t know why I carry it around.

I guess it’s my pride
or it’s a sense of control;
I’m not really sure.
All I know is I can’t let it go.

I stop along the way
and take out the contents.
They bring back the pain
of broken promises and dreams;
the hardships I had endured with a bitter heart.
The tears start flowing.

I don’t know why I carry it around.
I guess it’s my pride
or it’s a sense of control.
I’m not really sure.
All I know is I can’t let it go.

“Give me your burdens, Beloved.”
That’s what the Savior says to me again.
How can I give him my dark afflictions?
I tell him, "No," once again
and take up my heavy burdens
and keep walking down the never-ending road.

I know why I carry it around.
It’s my pride
and it’s a sense of control.
And, I’m sure
I don’t want to let it go.

In the next town, I find trouble;
or rather, trouble found me.
It’s the same old story
and it ends with me running away
even more brokenhearted.
I add another burden.

I know why I carry it around.
It’s my pride
and it’s a sense of control.
And, I’m sure
I don’t want to let it go.

In the Valley,
the never ending road splits.
Do I take the narrow path or stay to the wide?
For the first time, I look at Jesus,
my constant companion.
He’s never left me, not for one moment.
I know why I won’t ask him which road to take.

It’s my pride
and it’s a sense of control.
And, I’m not sure
if I should let it go.

I’m lost on the never ending road.
I took the wide
and it just led me astray.
I look to Jesus:
the Savior, my constant companion,
and I’m ashamed.
Why didn’t I ask Him which way to go?

It’s my pride
and it’s a sense of control.
And, I’m sure
I want to let it go.

At a crossroad
I break down
“I’m tired of being lost, Jesus!” I cry.
“Take my burdens please, Lord, I’m so tired,”
I tell Him as I lay them at his feet.
He keels down
and wordlessly takes me into his arms.
I tell him,

“It’s been my pride,
and a sense of control
that’s kept me from you.
Please Jesus, I’m sure,
I want to let it go!”

“I know, Beloved,” he tells me.
“I made you and I know you
and all I want is for you to know
how much I love you. And, that I have forgiven you.
And, for you to trust me.”

“I give you my pride," I tell him,
"And my sense of control.
I’m letting it all go,
and I’m gonna follow You now, Lord,
on this never ending road,” I say.