Friday, April 21, 2006


My burden is light
carried up by hope--savior's hands, back, legs--shouldered
shouldered, shifted until it rests.
perfectly settled against my own will which seems stranger; heavier; more taxing than the salvation of the world. I was praying about that. I was talking about my burden and somewhere in the conversation while my eyes were shut tight and full of tears, He switched it.

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