Lay Your Burdens Here

There is a place where all burdens lie
Yet even though buried are sent to the sky
The sins, the weight on every mans shoulder
All up and up, on straight paths do fly
 
None are forgotten, none ignored
Cause a man with pierced hands, head scarred from thorns
Is waiting to forgive
For your sins to adorn
 
Come all you weak and weary
Come to the cross he died on for thee
Because you can never see how bound you were 
until you've all but broken free.

Reviews

[dead scribe]

This is awesome, I really like the end of it

[agentnoah101]

Thank you so much :)

[A. Fiorillo]

Wow! Love this. Great job! :)

[agentnoah101]

Thank yah :)