Lay it down, lay it down
Too heavy more to bear
Can I rest now, rest my weary heart
Is there anywhere
Must I pile my burdens higher
Carry them within
Be burdened down with many sorrows
Another basket weave
Every dawn shall I rise to reach
For another strand of fear
To pattern into my burden basket
And grasp it very near
Then will I struggle through the day
Bearing of that heavy load
Weighed down with every sadness
To claim it as my own
Would I want to set it down
Could I bear to be set free
Do I like its old familiar chords
Gripping hold of me.
Master weaver might there be
A lighter way to live
If I let You have that basket
What joy would then begin.
Soft Whispers for you from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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