All this chaos you created, like a contagion you conveyed.
You cherish cunning and deceit, as you claimed.
Like a disease you spread your misfortunes and unsureness of the world that you lived in.
As a child I wished you were gone, as you beat me and belittled me until I bled.
This in your mind earned you your street cred, as you punished the people around you until you fled.
From the burdens and blunders that you dread, but dare declare an empty reply with that.'' Your sorry''.
All this worry and woe, tiptoeing around you- oh, how I must have misjudged you when you muttered,'' your sorry.''
Oh the worries cultivated a collection of complications, that piled up, needing a lorry to carry them around.
No, I won't shed a single tear from fear or pity, as I wish you were gone.
But it's okay for you to utter your hollow, 'Your sorry.''
The burdens of regret and guilt drag shadows farther than steps can reach.
Die to yourself
Pick up your cross
Thy heart deceives
Die to yourself
Listen with intent
To Word received
Die to yourself
Lay burdens bare
upon the alter
Die to yourself
Hands folded
when you falter
Die to yourself
Crestfallen at His feet
Die to yourself
Rinse, lather, and repeat
“By His stripes we are healed”
Like an onion I’m peeled,
revealing layers healed un healed
Lay it at the foot of the cross
For in some way we have all been lost
Can you look upon His face of light
and not cry for the sinless Christ
Depicted on a cross with pierced side
Crown of thorns hurts, He was denied
My beloved Father sent Him to earth
And He is the living word
For which my heart has searched
And know that I am not worth
So thank you for the Son
For forgiveness Oh Holy One
Heavy Burdens
Always under pressure.
With heavy burdens.
Sometimes you're running out of daylight.
Consumed by responsibilities.
Running low on energy.
Unexpected loss through grieving.
So much on your plate.
Never have a chance to breathe.
Time is always flying.
Kids are always needy.
Never time for yourself.
No choice but to carry on.
Dwelling toward tomorrow.
Too much laundry, another load.
Find rest in the shade.
For this day the Lord has made.
I will give you rest.
I will carry the weight of your burdens.
6/21/25
Matthew 11:28-30
Knowledge is to hold burdens -
messages no medicine can cure.
Pains no pills can palliate.
Fears no fumes could fumigate.
It's no wonder the older I grow, the more I know,
the harder it is to endure
Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray.
Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle. Snooping around for help, where none avails, my hopeless persuit.
Thought Earth was fun to be but mountains in my way, keep escalating, sometimes light in my tunnel run off with my strength, look for objects to lean on but all I have are these blade shoulders of mine, all as casualties from my survival war.
Trying to nurse my faith, the pressure sitting in so strong, breath in my lungs delapitates, beeping sound of my pulse, waving in dissipating sequences. This coffin I was brought to Earth in and today is not yet the day I give in.
All I'm is a child of the soil but this soil try all means to consume the last of my least presence, if dust demand me back, never shall my struggle claim this victory
Heavyweights which sit on your chest like a Mack truck
This head that we have but it's not be a burden upon our shoulders. In between the space of our skull and our mind, May our heart process be pure and soften. May we use gracious words. Father teach me to listen and speak right...
"Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones"--" Let your speech always be gracious season with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person" ---
Help me Oh! Father to listen more with your ears to listen right in you help me Father to speak--"When words are many sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise"
Help me to talk right and live right through and in your Father Amen
"The Bible Leads us to Jesus"
I believe and receive this New Day we are in Him Blessed
11/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Referencing
Proverbs 16:24
Colossians 4:6
Proverbs 10:19
Life's Burdens
By Tom Wright
Oct. 24, 1997
Revised Syllable Count
6/24/2024
During times when I’m beset with daily trials,
and burdened down with cares only life can bring.
The smile that graced my face has quickly vanished,
from within myself I’ve no more song to sing.
Then all at once my mind begins to wander,
to a shameful time upon a cruel tree.
How, Jesus, paid the price for my salvation,
I feel that His shed blood was meant just for me.
Then oh! to get things back into perspective,
I swiftly kneel and go to Him in prayer.
Reflecting to the time when I first sought him,
and how with His arms outstretched He met me there.
So now and then, when trouble comes upon me,
and dealing with it I feel I surely must.
I'll kneel and bring my burdens all to Jesus,
for in Him I've placed my hope, my love, my trust.
Too impaired to even continue to care, if at all,
About how life can always seem so unfair for us all,
As long as I have inner strength to continue to bear it all.
I no longer use my back
to carry others burdens
worry I have kicked to the curb
I carry one hour at a time
and only my own burdens now
May I share your burdens;
Shall I shed tears in your stead?
May I substitute those feelings you’re bleeding;
I just want to
I just need to
In the glory of our Father
May He allow me too?
Just love you
As He just do
May He allow me to physically comfort you?
In His bidding
In His willing
Be it His will that I stand in for you;
Help you with your burdens
My Father shall allow me to help me with your burdens
For the honor and the glory of God;
O' GOD MAY I HELP THEM WITH THEIR BURDENS'
SO YOU MAY GET THE GLORY-
Hallelujah:
1/31/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
promise may be both a blessing and curse
sometimes turning into something far worse
potential the symbol for higher things
beyond the grasp of most human beings
entering such an uneven bargain
few do willingly pick up the burden
where any result short of final goal
makes an individual less than whole
pressing beyond standard deviations
brought down by weight of old expectations
having become the fly-in-the-ointment
can’t avoid looks of clear disappointment
all but a game of another's making
freedom lies within the role's forsaking
~No burden I am encased in His Blessing of love God is always!
8/21/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
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