Betsy's Burden

Poor thing was such a worrier Over every little thing Tell her any bit of news Expect the third degree Endless nights she would spend in prayer For answers to the problems The running joke around the town Avoid being Betsy’s burden Betsy was the sweetest soul You would ever want to meet Always first to help someone If ever there was a need Despite poor Betsy’s goodness Her worry voided reason She would drive a soul plum crazy Your problem became her burden One early Sunday afternoon Before the choir rehearsed The people of the church house Started to get concerned Betsy never did show up To lift her voice in song A member of the choir set out To find out what was wrong They found her by her bedside Still in place to pray In offering up a prayer to God He took her home to stay Only thing that could explain Her death while still in prayer That God himself was finally tired Of hearing her always pray Some people take upon them To be a pillar of strength Betsy was that person But her burden did defeat Be careful of the task you chose So it does not destroy you Just like the problem That done one in Known as Betsy’s burden