My yoke is easy, burden light.
Our Savior said to mankind herd.
That God who walked with humble might.
By multitudes his truths were heard.
My Lord, who died upon the tree,
Those words to some might seem absurd.
Eternal love, life’s’ mystery,
The purest son God ever saw.
He came to earth to set man free!
He lived his life without one flaw.
He pleas for us despite our sin,
His sacrifice binds heaven’s law.
But Satan’s works can make souls spin.
Alone a man can die in strife.
The meek and lowly learn to win.
They show God’s way until it’s rife.
And give up labors meant for wealth.
Each step they choose designs their life.
A simple path imbued with health.
As boldness bound to love proves great.
For might of meekness holds no stealth.
The path to rest is laid out straight.
The meek and lowly find the way.
When, greedy labors dissipate.
The rest he taught wins heaven’s stay.
ã June 21, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen