The Burden

"So...here's the label. The diagnosis. The whole wretched mental illness. You're already carrying my struggles - but can You carry this one, too? Can I lay this label in Your Hands? Can I nail this to the cross, too? You don't want me to struggle alone - can I lay this, too, at Your nail-scarred Feet?"
- 09-19-12

You want to bear my burden;
You want to bear my shame.
You want to bear my sorrow;
You want to bear my pain.

And when I ask for help
And ask You to help me climb
You smile at me and say,
"I've wanted to, this whole time!"

The End

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