My Burden is Not My Own

Burden’s gravity
My problems may be massive –
Their weight reduces
As God lightens my spirit
He bears me on His shoulders



  1. Thanks so much for sharing “My Burden is Not My Own.” It brought to my remembrance a poem that I wrote 40 years ago when I learned firsthand that Jesus Christ bore my burdens for me.

    The Burden Bearer

    Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
    When I lay my burden down.

    I stumbled up the rugged road;
    I almost fell beneath the load
    And spurned the pain inside my head,
    Recalling words of one who said
    “Come unto me, and I will give you rest.”

    The yoke I bear cannot compare
    With all he took upon Himself:
    All sins, disease, and guilt, despair
    That I could not forebear myself.

    His burden was not made of wood,
    His cross beyond all words can name.
    Have I resisted unto blood?
    Could I for joy endure such shame?

    From a glimpse into his face
    I’m strengthened by a second wind;
    My mind’s renewed to keep the pace
    The load is lightened by my friend.

    I feel better, so much better
    since I laid my burden down.

    Lonnell E. Johnson

  2. When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
    When our strength has failed ere the day is half-done,
    When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
    Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
    – Annie Johnson Flynt

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