Carry this load.
Heavy box of
molten rocks
stuck within my
throat.

Lift this jagged
scar from my chest
along with the rest
of my familiar
pain circling the
drain.

Heft this heart
upon your shoulders
and say You will
make it all up to me.

Jesus reached way
down deep as the
hill grew steep and
He called His Sheep
back home to His
Heart.

Vicki Woodyard