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 sinís 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

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