When I’m Christ

I feel the yoke of burden upon my shoulders.

The pressure of a dung grind with heavy boulders.

Another day, I carry on my life’s task.

I feel right now, that only others will bask.

I carry this load, kng it’s mine.owin

But today I feel, it’s not very fine.

The load I carry is usually OK.

Today all the devils I hold in a bay.

I look at my feeling. I feel shoulder pressure.

I know man, true man, is not made for all pleasure.

I strangely feel a pressure in my right & left hand.

Painfully knowing spikes are nailed in this man.

Yes, heaven has given me this burden and loss.

What I thought was a yoke, I really know as a cross.

When I’m not

And then guilt hits, I feel crushed.

I shouldn’t feel this way.

Don’t write this down, I feel shamed.

I am immature they’ll say.

I know that their right, I feel trapped.

I will find a hole in wish to borrow.

God! For just this time alone, I feel freed.

I will enjoy being in total sorrow.

Roland James March 2001