You’ve got a little more of the world on your shoulders
today than you did yesterday.
And even though you know it’s the best you can do
sometimes you find it hard to pray.
You could close your eyes to the war outside;
it’s often so far from your door,
but the news leaks in or blows through with the wind,
so you can’t look away anymore.
Now it’s there on your shoulders.
Heavy where the light should be.
Challenging your tranquility
with its relentless gravity.
It’s hard to face the world with a smile
when you’ve got the world on your shoulders.
It’s hard to walk that extra mile
with your feet stuck in the sand.
Turn to the one who can help you
with that weight on your shoulders
when it’s hard to breathe
or understand.
You’re running out of joy
and out of touch with the father.
On your own the journey’s all uphill,
and farther.
Seek the power of the Holy Spirit
for all the pain you feel around you,
every sickness, every fight,
every child caught in-between.
Stand in the gap for those left undefended,
all those chased by the cold and biting wind.
Advocate before God for the powerless,
who only know defeat.
Know your burden as well
for those who think they have it made,
whose castles have yet to be plundered
by circumstance or age.
Our faith is often misplaced
in the temporal, tomorrow’s dust.
What today is bright and gleaming
will be another day’s rust.
There’s no insurance sold by man
that can buy us away from death.
Only one, Jesus Christ, already paid our debt.
Take Jesus to the world, as you’re awakened by your burden.
Purpose to share, as God opens doors.
To a hope starved world, bring salvation’s message;
that’s what the weight is for.
When the fog and darkness gather, be the beacon that lights the way
for those adrift, astray or aimless
through the rocks to a welcoming shore.
Neither run from your burden
with its overwhelming weight
or allow its avalanche
to chase your heart till it breaks.
Take all to God
who knows every heart.
Take your instructions from the maker
who has prepared your part.
©Joel Tipple
#7/15
Loved “whose castles have yet to be plundered by…”, beautiful observation and well spoken.