BURDEN

         The rubbish presses on your back
         As you head for the cross
         The things that fill your heavy sack
         You're desperate to toss
         The burden of your sinful life
         Is weighing on your mind
         But soon you'll drop it on the ground
         And leave your sins behind.

         The blood of Jesus cleanses you
         As you express your sorrow
         A new creation you've become
         At least until tomorrow
         And as you learn about the One
         Who's given you this chance
          Your weary,laden,stumbling walk
         Will turn into a dance.