Unburdening My Yoke
A weight I’ve carried through the years,
A cloak of doubts, a web of fears.
Each step I took, it clung so tight,
Shrouding my days, dimming my light.
The past would whisper, haunting, near,
A voice of judgment, sharp and clear.
I toiled beneath its heavy load,
Worn and weary, trudging the road.
Yet deep within, a spark remained,
A flame of hope that grief disdained.
It whispered softly, "Let it go,
Your spirit longs to freely grow."
I paused and let the silence speak,
Unveiling truths I dared not seek.
The yoke I bore was mine to free,
Its chains unmade by faith in me.
With trembling hands, I loosed the ties,
And let my sorrows touch the skies.
Each weight I cast became a star,
A beacon shining from afar.
Now, unencumbered, I arise,
With steady feet and open skies.
My path is clear, my heart aglow,
Unbound by burdens I let go.
So onward now, with strength anew,
Each breath a hymn, each step is true.
The yoke has fallen, gone away,
And freedom crowns my life today.
A cloak of doubts, a web of fears.
Each step I took, it clung so tight,
Shrouding my days, dimming my light.
The past would whisper, haunting, near,
A voice of judgment, sharp and clear.
I toiled beneath its heavy load,
Worn and weary, trudging the road.
Yet deep within, a spark remained,
A flame of hope that grief disdained.
It whispered softly, "Let it go,
Your spirit longs to freely grow."
I paused and let the silence speak,
Unveiling truths I dared not seek.
The yoke I bore was mine to free,
Its chains unmade by faith in me.
With trembling hands, I loosed the ties,
And let my sorrows touch the skies.
Each weight I cast became a star,
A beacon shining from afar.
Now, unencumbered, I arise,
With steady feet and open skies.
My path is clear, my heart aglow,
Unbound by burdens I let go.
So onward now, with strength anew,
Each breath a hymn, each step is true.
The yoke has fallen, gone away,
And freedom crowns my life today.
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