Companion

My load is heavy, let me rest
My aching self a bit,
But only for a moment lest
I tarry where I sit.

I know I’ll slip along the way,
And suffer every plight
As I walk in the scorching day
And in the dark of night.

I may not bear the strength to rise
Above my many pains,
For obligation comes to me
In many different strains.

But come now, take my weary hand
Consolingly in yours,
So I may see you understand
What all the world ignores.

And in return, I promise you
With all my heart and mind
A constant love, and every peace
My faithful hand may find.

I pray to Him upon His Throne
That shades all Will Divine,
That I forevermore be yours,
And you, forever mine.

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