Burdens of stone,
Drug in the sand.
The
turmoil is clearly written by my own hand.
No
freedom from the sin I wear,
For
I am locked to death,
Which
I openly bear.
I
must desire my escape.
Will
the sin’s bondage be released?
Will
they break?
I
have met Jesus here and now.
To
Him I yield my life,
My
load, His love,
As
I bow.
You
have declared Your way O Lord.
The
struggles and turmoil cut off
By
Your great sword.
Burdens
of Stone
Left
in the sand,
For
I have met You,
And
am lifted into Your hand.
Selah 
Burdens Of Stone by Ronhales Matthew 11:28