A burden I would steadfast bear And watch Your faithful plan supply But easy is my given path Perhaps, I scarcely need my guide
Chain fetters on me and dismiss Need not be gentle on this boy O God, you know me better than this Yet still I’m lifted on wings of joy.
Let me fight through these weeds Dig myself out, let me toil just give what is coming my way to me Yet each day I’m planted in new soil
Why o Lord, When justice cuts to bone, You send me not to noose nor sword But invite me to your throne.
Raw Spoon
