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This Basket Of Burdens

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

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This Basket Of Burdens

My Basket of burdens

Is filled with the grief of my loss

It is so heavy to carry

Although this road I must cross.

This pathway through life

Feels unbearable at times

And I don’t have the strength

For this mountain I climb.

The Basket’s filled with sorrow

Oh, how I miss my love

At first, It’s impossible to carry,

Where is my help from above?

It’s draining my strength

I can’t do anymore

This pain goes so deep

Right down to my core.

As I carry this Basket

I’ll learn to manage the weight

Each step of the way

Will become easier they say. 

But how do they know,

Have they been here before?

If so, where’s their Basket

They’re responsible for?

This Basket of burdens

You can’t see and can’t touch

I carry it inside me

This pain is too much.

Patience is needed to carry

This loss that I feel

A shoulder to lean on

So, someday I will heal.

God sent my family

My friends and spirits unknown

So, I won’t carry this Basket

For-ever alone

Someday, I’ll lay down my Basket

With burdens’ no more

My pain will be gone

When, I cross through that door

Then I’ll know reason

For my Basket of Burdens

How God showed me His grace

When I couldn’t cope with the season 

Love and support that He gave

When His presence felt unknown

He was with me each step

When I felt so alone

Debbie
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