Wednesday, 20 March 2013


As for His shoulders, what burdens have they borne?
Toward Golgotha He walked a bitter road:
The cross He carried, a rough and evil load;
Since I was sinful and lost and wont to rove
The Lord descended and took the Shepherd's role,
Coming to seek me and gently bear me home;
A Man in glory He wears the priestly robe,
Its shoulder-pieces a pair of onyx-stones
On which are written, in order, all His own
Sustained by Jesus, the Priest upon a throne;
While in my pathway the Man whom I adore
Is not ashamed to share with me His yoke.


I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!