When I am lost, and battling, with the things, of this world, and I find I cannot pray, even though, no words are spoken, from my lips, Jesus hears what I am longing to say. And He hears, the cries of my very being, yes, He hears, all the things, my heart longs for, He saw it all before I ever was born.

Why do I have such a hard time, believing? Why do I struggle to trust, Why is it so hard, for me to humble myself, and ask the only One, Who bore it all, on Calvary's cross?
Why do I go on believing, that I can carry, this load, all by myself, when only He, can lead me on, take my hand, and make me strong, save my soul, and deliver me, from this weary dross.

Oh don't you know, that weight that you carry, was never meant to be chained, to your hands, and your feet, because Jesus, is our burden bearer, and He says, My child, don't you know you are free, weep no more, for joy comes in the morning, My resurrection in you, has set you free.

So today I rejoice with thanksgiving, for I know that when I endure, Jesus said He would never give me, more than I could bear, and when I lift my hands, and praise Him, it's in His presence, I am lifted from all despair.

Words and Music by Lisa Beth Jenkins copyright 2008
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