building burdens on our own backs
we groan under distressing weight
till someone comes and takes it from us
we do not know where we have been
Sitting dismayed at the sacrifice
required to enter in
We weep when we do not realize
Someone’s already been
What I must give up
Is what is not good for me
What I must at all costs carry
is the gold I do not recognize
Nothing strains like the burden
of a backward vision
My life would be joy for me
if I could get my world turned right
God grant me grace
to see my own sinning
my problem is not my pain
but my misapprehension
*The whole earth is filled
With the Glory of God*
-Is 6:3
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