The Weight of It All

The weight of it all bears downward upon me,

Incessantly pressing my hopes and my dreams,

Carting me onward, forcing me under

To places where dark, void anxiety teems.

I look up, exhausted, wipe sweat from my brow

Another step forward, beware lest I fall-

With sudden and clarified realization

I see that I am not the bearer at all.

The weight of it all rests upon my Lord Jesus,

He takes all my burdens, the old and the new,

And all as I see this and my heart is opened,

I realize afresh that He carries me, too.

Now I look forward in anticipation,

Knowing He carries, holding me near,

The weight of it all drops right off of my shoulders

And I am at rest, with not one thing to fear.