Sitting alone on an old ragged couch
Your legs crossed and a hand on your chin
Your eyes staring into space
Your food going cold in your plate
What's on your mind?
Oblivious of the drool coming out of your mouth
Oblivious of the birds' melodious singing outside
Oblivious of the phone ringing
Oblivious of the visitor's knock on the front door
What's on your mind?
Is it about unpaid bills?
Is it about your empty pantry?
Is it about your heart that has been shattered?
What's on your mind?
Lay whatever is on your mind at Jesus' feet
He is the burden bearer
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