I Know

Burdens come
One after another,
And none will bother
To carry the load
Or slow
To give a hand
Or say they understand.

Without comfort or peace,
The pain won’t cease.
We hear:
He knows. He knows.
Jesus knows.
But who knows if Jesus knows?

Waltzing through this life alone,
Surfing at home,
Or texting someone on the phone:
Simple pleasures turn to unhealthy habits,
The way of an addict,
Hiding drinks, sex, or cigarettes.

Without comfort or peace,
Pain won’t cease.
We hear:
He knows. He knows.
Jesus knows.
But who knows if Jesus knows?

Now my burdens have piled high:
One on another.
I look around, and a few will bother.
These sisters and brothers
Lend me a hand,
And say they understand.
They unpack a stack

And provide some peace,
But the pain still nags and won’t cease.
Then, I hear His words:
I know. I know.
And I know who knows.
Jesus knows.

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