The following was posted by its author, Lonnell Johnson, of Dr J’s Apothecary Shoppe in response to my own post, My Burden is Not My Own. Please go and have a look at what else Lonnell has to share.
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
