Heavy Load

I look towards the Heavens on bended knee And I would ask my Lord and Savior, "Why me Lord, why me?" Several strokes, Multiple Sclerosis and four bouts with cancer My faith in my Lord has given me the answer God never chooses junk to carry the load So proudly I will carry until I come home

by Barbara S. Johnson

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