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

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4 comments

  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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