I ask you take those pains with me.
Yet walk me not a drifter through the sifting sands,
or alone through the smarting cold dark city;
raise my thoughts to the jagged blue mountains seen
from the bridge, not down toward the swirling surf
and the drowning sea. Heavy weigh me down
with such a burden as I can carry,
only help me carry it Lord,
that I may not cease
to be.
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