Burden Bearer (Psalm 68:19)
by Jason Tomlinson 

The long hand sweeps the days into years
and You remain steadfast unmoved through tears
of loss and laughter pain and success
wisdom for the good days and provision for the less
there isn’t anything that You haven’t given me an answer for
there isn’t any storm you haven’t stilled no lack of peace for any war
and yet and yet and yet and yet
how do I continue to find ways to forget?
how do I walk blindly into the night
when You have already turned on every single light?
how do I lose when You have already won?
why am I still working for what You have already done?
remind me – I beg you – I pour out my supplication 
to the only One who bears my burdens the only source of my salvation
you have taken my anxiety on You I cast my everything
the sufficiency of Your Strength is sufficient it makes my soul to sing
when I remember I can let go of the nagging burden of feeling like I have to prove myself
and the burden the endless burden of every single challenge to my health
for everything I can’t control 
take it all lift it from my soul
my friends depression and feeling like I have to fix everything for everyone
the unyielding pressure of caregiving and feeling like I am never done
and dear God please when I can’t trust the process give me trust in You
You are the means You are the end You are our way to get through 
to the ones who are lost who refuse to call on Your Name
we ache for the ones who haven’t chosen You the ones who feel they have no claim
no place in the Grace You so generously pour out
melt their stubbornness and crush their doubt 
and when I am alone without the ones I love so much 
separated from the sights and sounds separated from the touch
of blessed fellowship that my heart longs for desperately 
bear this burden Dear Father bear this burden for me
I can’t and I don’t think I was ever supposed to only You can make things as they ought to be
only You can rewrite these tragedies only You can wake these dreams 
only You can solidify these mysteries and give form to what it seems 
my Rock my Source my Comforter my Author of Emancipation 
“Blessed be the Lord, Who daily bears our burden, the God Who is our salvation.”