This Burden Cries

 My soul is hungry and crying before God.

For the past ever so softly, takes up room and board.

I decrease in my travels, as I walk a lonely road...

To see within me magnified, God's ethics and His code.


'Twas by neglect, this burden cries...

Drawing hither, with fearful sighs.

This disobedience and consequence...

Ever shadows, what once brought sense.


As I creep, within my heart...

I yearn to gain, a brand new start.

Perhaps in faith, my prayer is heard...

As I feast, on God's own Word.


Just across the narrow way...

There is Blood, to bless my day.

Though my time, is running out...

My anchor holds, when I'm faced with doubt.


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