Trudging through the heavy snow
all my worries start to glow.
I sorrow, I weep,
Not knowing which concern to keep. Will my burden be dissolved,
Or will they always linger involved? My feet start to sink
And my hands have turned a solid pink. My panic starts to flash,
my light is fading to ash.
My burden is growing stronger,
and my ability is turning longer.
I tattle to my heart
that I need to share this discomfort part.

My heart rages like a crazy lad,
My burden is making me mad.
The snow has reached me to the waist, and I aim to get away in haste. The storm is furious now,

I need to find comfort, but how?
I can’t feel my face,
It’s numb with disgrace.
A peaceful voice reaches my ear, Hurry, listen, before it disappears. “Let Me help,” came the voice, “and I promise you years of rejoice.”

My burden is overbearing,
Life seems to want me caring.
I fold my hands and start a prayer, “Dear Lord, help me to share.
help me carry this burden of sorrow, Help me remember there’s a tomorrow.” My burden has reached a lighter path, and I no longer feel my vicious wrath. The angels sing a sweet song of praise, And I feel someone’s happy gaze. God’s now carrying my load,
And is guiding me down Heaven’s road.