Tuesday, May 10, 2011



I am weary and heavy laden and stressed
I have come to you Lord for peace and rest
I lay before your feet, my worries and woes
I lay down my burdens for blessed repose
Not as an adult Lord, I come as a child
bearing a list of my needs that I've compiled
Without any pretense, I bare my sad soul
Here's where I'm at Lord, please take control
I surrender my pride and independence too
I come now as a babe, dependent on you

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