Burdens on the Lord

The friends whose needs are oh so great,

The loved ones lost to me,

All those who carry too much pain

And those I long to see.

The fear of growing old alone,

The pain of what is past,

The worries that I can’t resolve

And joys I fear won’t last.

Oh Lord I give all these to you,

And you handle each one.

Not only mine, but round the earth

They rise from sun to Son.

How can you hear the prayers off all,

The worries, pains and fears,

And not break down, the way I do,

Beneath just my own tears.

But you hear every prayer raised

For help when we can’t cope,

Then you return them, once resolved,

And package them in hope.

Photo a blessing from Suzie Campagna