Too heavy more to bear
Can I rest now, rest my weary heart
Is there anywhere
Carry them within
Be burdened down with many sorrows
Another basket weave
For another strand of fear
To pattern into my burden basket
And grasp it very near
Bearing of that heavy load
Weighed down with every sadness
To claim it as my own
Could I bear to be set free
Do I like its old familiar chords
Gripping hold of me.
A lighter way to live
If I let You have that basket
What joy would then begin.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest… Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28-30