My yoke is heavy,
The Lord takes it from me.
He gives me his part to bear.
Before time Earthly,
My debt he paid for me,
A new cloak gained me to wear.
Suffering dearly,
His love shown for me,
Heart pierced that mine might hear.
His words come clearly,
Of a new hope for me,
To cast away all my fear.
My yoke is heavy,
The Lord takes it from me,
On a cross for it to bear.
Disclaimer: I'm no poet, cut me some slack. ;-)
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