Isaiah 53:4 - "Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted."
Upon my back, every day
I carry a certain load
Each step I take me down the way
Kicking dust upon the road
Others are around me
Some in front, some in back
But more than just are walking
We're all under attack
The load is not enough, it seems
Fate and circumstance combine
Cringing tears and cries mean
Prompts our hope to dull, not shine
Rocks obscure our way
Crows swoop and peck and caw
Rain soaks until we feel fey
Pain and sorrow gaps its maw
But lest we all forget
Before we give up and fall
The reason why this path is lit
Someone walked before us all
Every burden He did carry
Every wobble He corrected
Every tear He did make merry
And now He gives perspective
Look around and acknowledge
That when everyone you see
Their burdens all a challenge
Were combined and placed on He
Yours, but a fraction
of what was placed upon that Man
Honor His compassion
And rise and smile again
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