Jesus and I (A poem by Ruth Jones 1999)
May 2, 2020
Sometimes I get so weary, as I travel down life's road
My burdens seem so heavy, but I try to bear the load
I try to pick my feet up, and make myself go on
That's when I call on Jesus, I just can't make it on my own
He seems to gently say to me," reach out and take my hand; and I will take you to a place I call the Promised Land"
"There are no heavy burdens; no heavy loads to bear; for I have taken them away from all my children there"
So I reach out, and take his hand, and right away I see
I'll make it through another day, for he'll be there for me
My burdens seem so heavy, but I try to bear the load
I try to pick my feet up, and make myself go on
That's when I call on Jesus, I just can't make it on my own
He seems to gently say to me," reach out and take my hand; and I will take you to a place I call the Promised Land"
"There are no heavy burdens; no heavy loads to bear; for I have taken them away from all my children there"
So I reach out, and take his hand, and right away I see
I'll make it through another day, for he'll be there for me