Six pounds of flesh
lent to one at birth,
molded by wounds
that bite and hurt.
Years later, a bag
bound to one in chains,
attached to a soul
whose past it claims.
Lugging this sack
through bitter high tides,
Please, Lord, help one
to carry it by Your side.
To you, oh, Lord,
the truth be told,
now frightened to see
what inside the sack holds.
Would You promise
no more grief and pain
from the enclosed past
bound by those chains?
“No, I cannot
promise such things,
but I know what
in that bag does
to your soul cling.”
Whatever inside asks
one to go through,
know I will always
support the weight
they must choose.
Let us put the sack down
and weary hands now tether;
link by link, that heavy bag
we’ll open Together.”