Winter Light

Burden Bearer

Burden bearer carry me,
care for me and nurture me.
Burden bearer fill my cup,
quench my thirst, put me first.
Burden bearer laugh for me,
live for me, but let me be
who I am and where I stand;
carry me through barren land.

But

Burden bearer you get tired-
drained and spent and uninspired.
There are days where you feel weak
from walking roads with weary feet.
You have lifted and held fast
the lives of many who have passed.
Your door is open like your arms;
anxious souls your spirit calms.
So burden bearer, please remember,
to yourself you must be tender.
Take time to be a burden too,
so God Himself can carry you.



copyright Jane Grant-Abban Dec 2009