Lying prone upon this desperate land,
With the weight of sin upon my back,
Enormous rocks – the weight I cannot stand,
To take away my breath below the stack.
Each slab weighs more than the one before it,
Self applied with indifference and hate,
The pain is unendurable through it,
The breath that once held tight now seals my fate.
Where is my hope in this relentless power,
That reaches to the depths within my soul,
Will life leave me like a withered flower,
Or will Jesus help me finally reach my goal?
Through His distress, His pain and wretched sorrow,
Through giving of His life I am assured,
The weight of sin has gone and on the morrow,
I’ll walk with Him unhindered and secured.
The weight from the evil agitator,
Was released from death that glorious night,
Because of God’s great cost my gain is greater,
Because of Him my burden is now light.