Heavy is my heart this night.
I cannot put the words right.
Joy comes in the morning, but now…

A burden lies in my chest.
A weight of ache and unrest.
None but my Father see me.

“Lord, You know my anxious thoughts!
O, put this right at all costs!”
It feels like nothing’s happening.

I roll my burden on Him.
My whole weight is upon Him.
Now I will wait upon Him.


It’s through these pangs of earnest prayer
Christ in us is formed.
Out of the depths of soul’s despair
spir’tual men are born.


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