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Walking through life, I gathered along the way,
Small burdens, not too heavy to carry each day.
A Friend said, "Let me help you."
"No, I can manage," I replied.

On through life, another hurt, another burden,
Still not too heavy to carry.
A Friend said, "Let me help you."
"No, I can manage," I replied.

As I grew older: hurts I'd done to others,
hurts done to me, more burdens.
A Friend said, "Let me help you."
"No, I can manage," I replied.

Bowed down, and heavy, feet dragging, back bent,
heart breaking, into a wilderness I went.
A Friend said, "Let me help you."
"No, I can still manage," I replied.

One hurt too many, I fall and cry,
Who will help me, Why! Why! Why!
A Friend said, "Let me help you, I am here."
One by one, Laying hurts and sins aside,
Each one a release from hurt and pride.
My hands free, the load off my head,
"That's okay, I can manage now." I said.

My Friend said, "Let me help you, give me all."
Pack off my back, bricks out of my heart.
Forgiving all and being forgiven.
Eyes unblinkered, tears flowing like a river.
My Friend said, "I love you, now and forever,
If only you'd let me, I'd have carried it all,
there was no need for you to fall under the weight
that to you is heavy. Let me carry it,
it is light."
If only--I'd let Him, when He first asked.
To carry my burdens in the past.
So much time wasted, so much time lost.
When all the time He'd paid the cost.
My burdens, hurts, and wounded pride
I take to Him, He's by my side.
With Joy, and Love He welcomes me.
My Friend, who said, "Let me help you,"
Has set me free.

Susan Hayes

10th November, 1995

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