I look around to my sisters,
My friends, on my left and right;
War raging around them,
The battles they need to fight.
My heart cannot stand by and watch,
As they crumble to the ground in despair;
I cry out to my God “Fight for them!
This is completely unfair!”
I pick up a sword and declare,
That I will win this war;
Their life can be better
If I just do a little more.
But nothing seems to work
As I fight protect and attack;
Satan’s demons follow,
So I carry them on my back.
I’ll run and fight and hide,
With the weight of a hundred men;
I’ll give my blood, sweat and tears,
Then maybe they can say “Amen.”
I collapse when I try to carry,
The weight of everyone;
I fall down in tears and sorrow
For I cannot overcome.
My legs are broken, my arms are weak
And my body is wasted away;
Nothing has changed, they are still in pain,
And now my heart begins to decay.
So, my God, what do I do,
With these women and their pain?
I want to give them everything,
But I end up beaten and strained.
You say “Let go, My child,
And give them to Me;
You will find rest
Once you do, you’ll see.”
“If I don’t do anything, then
Everything will fall!” I say;
But you remind me,
that You are working in them every day.
“But you have gifted me with empathy,
So I feel all of their pain;”
Somehow I convinced myself that
I’m the one who can stop the rain.
“That is not your job” I hear,
As I feel You pick me up;
You dust me off and I breath You in,
And You overflow my cup.
I surrender you my team and
All their heartache and strife;
It is not my burden to carry,
That’s not what you call for my life.
I let go of the responsibility
That I have put on my back;
It is just too heavy, God,
In strength I do lack.
Teach me to feel and to relate with them
And then give them up to You;
To love and be a friend,
Is the only thing I can do.
So, my sweet Jesus, I surrender
My friends today, and all of their sorrow;
But you know I will have to pray this again,
For I will pick it all back up tomorrow.
