Crushing
Lord your cross is heavy. Sometimes light as a feather. Physically I imagine carrying it while running up the crushing hills. Where is my moment that I can no longer bare the burnden. I make my life heavy. I place them on my back, one by one.
You take them away- the ones I give you. The ones I keep get heavier. Please, God, I want to give them all up.
Can I trust you? yes, trust me...
You take them away- the ones I give you. The ones I keep get heavier. Please, God, I want to give them all up.
Can I trust you? yes, trust me...
posted by Kathy @ 11:53 AM
1 Comments:
At January 6, 2005 at 12:22 PM,
Anonymous said…
I am proud of you for your convictions, you make me wish I knew you so that I could draw from your strength.
MG (A fellow Blogger)
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