One day I walked, lost in thought, with no direction in mind.
My heart ached for many I knew, and peace would not be mine.
I could not focus on life around me, only on despair.
Knowing of just one way out, I dropped to my knees in prayer.
“Dear Father,” I called with lifted hands as I looked to the sky,
“Do you see the weight I carry and can you hear my cry?
Please touch the hearts of those in need and let them feel your love.
Send healing that can only come from you, Lord, God above.”
I bowed my head, kept my hands held high, as tears fell to the ground.
Listening, I heard words of peace that never made a sound.
“My child, lift up your eyes and be no longer lost.
Come to me, I’ll give you rest. Sit with me at the cross.”
“I will come, Father, to grasp your robe with one hand that is free.
The other holds so tightly to all that worries me.
It is tiring to hold so tight, but I know no other way.
But, thank you, God, for hearing me and answering when I pray.”
“No, my child, you have it wrong, you do not understand.
You need not hold onto anything, with either weary hand.
Place your burdens in my lap, for there is room for all.
Sit down as well, your place was made, even before your call.”