Journey

Where I am going
I cannot take
Anything with me
No plans that I make
No luggage or baggage
At this destination
No treasure or trophy
Of my exploration
Yet it seems I insist
To carry with me
As much as I can
Though my ticket is free
I keep on my back
My prized possessions
For this faith that I lack
Needs compensation
Tangible evidence
Of my success
Trinkets to boast
Of my happiness
A harbor of tears
A mountain of sorrow
A sack full of fears
For my journey tomorrow
A journal to chart
My unanswered prayers
While deep in my heart
Is the vault of my cares….
Did not Jesus say
‘Come unto Me’
As He longs to set
Each traveler free
Does He not desire
That I leave at his feet
All I’ve acquired
In Him complete
For I will need nothing
At my journeys end
Except His love everlasting
My God, my Friend

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Janet Martin

Come unto Me, all you who are
weary and burdened and I will
give you rest. Matt.11:28

Guilt

You are sorrow within laughter
You are sadness in a smile
You are the absent twinkle
In a precious loved ones eye
You are poison in life’s wine
A shard in joy’s full cup
You cause your victim to look down
Instead of looking up

Guilt you’re an ugly burden
We stagger beneath your weight
You will not budge though we vainly try
To forget the deed we hate
You are still there like a fleck in the eye
Why, oh why won’t you leave?
We cannot taste the sweet pleasure in life
With your bitter nectar of grief

How can we cast this burden aside?
And dance where the innocent play
Someone has told of One who died
To wash dark guilt away
If we confess our deepest sin
And with our hearts believe
He will wash and make us clean
If we His love receive

Then He will give us strength to bear
Our failures and regrets
But we will bear the guilt no more
Dissolved in the blood He shed
The shadow in our peace is guilt
Convicting us of sin
For this His perfect blood was spilled
To make us pure within

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Janet Martin


Therefore, there is now no condemnation
for those who are in Christ Jesus,
because through Christ Jesus the
law of the Spirit of life set me
free from the law of sin and death. Rom.8:1

I Can

Lord, I don’t know if I can carry
This cross You’ve given me
It seems so very heavy
And I’m so very wee
I struggle ‘neath its burden
Stagger ‘neath its load
I’m weary, heavy-laden
Along life’s lonesome road

Through the dark and misty shadows
I hear a gentle plea
Come, all you heavy-laden
Come, come unto Me
My yoke will be so easy
My burden, it is light
For I will walk beside you
In the darkest hour of night

Come bring me all your hurting
And bring me all your woe
I’ll take each disappointment
And I’ll never let you go
For I will never leave you
Come and hold My hand
I know, you cannot do it
But precious child, I can

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Come to Me, all you
who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest. Matt.11:28