It's almost July 4th
When my weary body fails me,
And my mind is filled with strife,
When the world is pressing 'round me,
And I cannot deal with life,
When I've taken on the burdens,
Far more than I should share,
I cry with broken spirit,
"Lord, don't others even care?"
In my darkest midnight hours,
I hear You calmly say,
"You must take My yoke upon you.
You must rest within My way."
Then my many cares I gather,
And I lay them at Your feet.
Where I let Your love surround me,
As my every need You meet.
~Author Unknown
Everyone remember Mr. Paul in your prayers. (For those of you who don't know, he's the Director of Beachmont, the camp I'm working at this summer, and he got into a bad motorcycle accident on Thursday.)
And my mind is filled with strife,
When the world is pressing 'round me,
And I cannot deal with life,
When I've taken on the burdens,
Far more than I should share,
I cry with broken spirit,
"Lord, don't others even care?"
In my darkest midnight hours,
I hear You calmly say,
"You must take My yoke upon you.
You must rest within My way."
Then my many cares I gather,
And I lay them at Your feet.
Where I let Your love surround me,
As my every need You meet.
~Author Unknown
Everyone remember Mr. Paul in your prayers. (For those of you who don't know, he's the Director of Beachmont, the camp I'm working at this summer, and he got into a bad motorcycle accident on Thursday.)