Burden's I've carried
Strapped to my chest
Trudging through life
Giving only my best
Dragging the memory
The void and the scar
By the grace of God
I had made it this far
Then all turned quiet
No purpose, no reason
Until God whispered
"I give you a season"
He embraced my load
As I had done his will
So my season began
To rest and be still
©S. Austin Vincoski
