Crushed I am by my burdens
I stagger beneath the load
every step too hard to take
each one feels to be my last
others carry far more than I
somehow they do go on
there must be a way for me
to carry more than I do
long have I tried so hard
tried so many ways
everything that I have tried
never has been enough
I collapsed onto my knees
I cannot take another step
there is no way to go on
I feel my head hang down
I close my eyes and I speak
unto the one above
tell him that I cannot go on
I do not have the strength
He says he bore the greatest load
he carried far more than I
and sets a rock upon my load
and helps me to my feet
His hand in mine he helps me up
he says he'll help me grow
that with his help I can do
everything that I must
and I do take another step
as I hold his hand in mine
and with his help I do go on
with his help I can
Because Of Religion
Humans have an implanted gift for metaphor. Happy Christmas Seeker - Stella