Look into my eyes
Ask me, "why
Do you try
So much
To pick up your burden
That has long ago,
With unmatched sorrow,
Been laid down
At His feet?"
Eyes toward the floor
Nothing more
To implore
Too much
Packed into that statement
Of how I could,
If courageously would,
Leave it there
At His feet
Eyes lifting higher
Sight acquired
With desire
So much
Of me wants to whisper
"Please forgive me
For picking back up, the
Already laid
At your feet."
Ask me, "why
Do you try
So much
To pick up your burden
That has long ago,
With unmatched sorrow,
Been laid down
At His feet?"
Eyes toward the floor
Nothing more
To implore
Too much
Packed into that statement
Of how I could,
If courageously would,
Leave it there
At His feet
Eyes lifting higher
Sight acquired
With desire
So much
Of me wants to whisper
"Please forgive me
For picking back up, the
Already laid
At your feet."