My burden was heavy.
Grew heavier each day.
I was feeling alone
but then you knelt to pray.
I knew not you had done it
when I had no where to turn.
I was feeling helpless,
my heart about to burn.
God knew you were praying
although I never did.
But my bucket of pain
had just released its lid.
My burden was lifted
and still it is today
because you took the time
to take a knee and pray.
Georg
Newfie hugs, Rose
Edwin