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Weight Of The World

Not a day goes by,
That I don't cry,

That I don't shed a tear,
As I succumb to my fears.

The weight of the world on my shoulders,
Heavier than the largest of boulders.

Fighting for everyone,
Until the day is done.

Upon myself I take their affliction,
To bring them peace is my addiction.

Someone once told me to worry less
About other people's mess.

But I confess,

I'd feel heartless.

Who will give voice,
To those with little choice?

Who will help stand,
And offer a hand?

Who will lighten the weight,
And offer a brighter fate?

If I don't reach out,
They will all be left out.

If only the world could see,
Beyond "Little Old Me."

It's time to open our eyes,
And see the heartache that lies,

Behind the mask,
And take to the task

Of offering hope,
And a way to cope.

There is a world dying to hear,
Of my Jesus eager to draw them near.

So many lost,
Ignorant of the cost.

For them He paid.
For them He prayed.

Each step He took,
Into their eyes He looked.

And as we drove the nails,
His love for us never failed.

Yet we are content on the sidelines,
Living as though all is fine.

Refusing to see,
Those who need mercy.

Blind to the faces,
Of those who need grace.

Why do we choose to sit idle,
As if watching a recital?

It's time to step off our high horse,
And change our life's course.

It's time to enter the muck,
And rescue those who are stuck.

With seeds of faith sow,
And watch them grow.

Christ in you,
Evident in all you do.

Learn more about this author, Mandy Moore.
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