The One Who Bears My Burden

The One Who Bears My Burden short poem

Photo by Simon Blackley

In my life troubled voyage
liters broken and unfulfilled dreams
I was tossed about and sinking;
when all the straws were broken
I raised my head to behold
on life other sides, a light flickering
It beckoned me, ‘oh voyager come!’

For I knew that voice which called
He is the one that died for me;
the savior of those that trust in Him,
the Lord omnipotent:
The one who bears my burden

“Why you’re troubled, voyager?”
Says He who is the light
“I stand by you when it is light
I stand by you when it is dark
I stand by the broken hearted
To comfort and to restore
For I am strong when you are weak.”

To other voyagers, I’m calling
When your dreams are littered,
about, broken and unfulfilled
You are tossed about and sinking
No straw whatsoever to behold
Look yonder to the other side of life
The one that says to me, ‘come’
the one that bears my burden, beckons.

For I knew that voice which calls
He is the one that died for me.
The savior of those that trust in Him;
The Lord omnipotent:
The one who bears my burden.

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