Burden, Oh Burden - Poem by Chris Taylor
Big Burden, big burden why do you crush?
Turning my voice to a soft gentle hush.
Big burden, big burden why won’t you leave?
From around my neck you must now cleave.
Burden, oh burden where is my air?
Gone is my joy replaced with despair.
Burden, oh burden release your hold.
For this stone is heavy, dirty and cold.
Burden, my burden why did I choose?
To fall for your trick, to fall for your ruse.
Burden, my burden I’ve carried you far.
And I have grown used to your jagged scar.
This burden, this burden doesn’t relent.
It never gets tired or emotionally spent.
This burden, this burden likes to remind.
It whispers, it yells and never is kind.
Now burden, now burden I learned the truth.
Gone are the days of my hasty youth.
Now burden, now burden your secret’s laid bare.
For your weight is oppressive the more that I care.
Go burden, go burden a Saviour has died.
And He is caring of His precious bride.
Go burden, go burden I hear the Master’s call.
To let go of my yoke and now watch it fall.
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