Lifted

Beneath the crown lies his head

He blessed the world to make it new

Did we listen to the words he said?

Do we pray for those in need?

Do we let life squeeze us dry

And walk on by?

Am I my brother’s keeper

His burden should I lift?

My footsteps grow deeper

Ground depressed

My own burdens are heavy

With his, I cannot rest.

These words were spoken long ago

To one you help along the way

To you, my blessings will be sent

Your burdens lighter along life’s path

I carry it before you to light the way…

©Anita Dawes