Why do I grasp 

so tightly 

these cares and 

worries of mine? 

Like a miser 

clasps his gold 

I cling onto 

my problems 

as if they 

brought happiness. 

You stand silent 

nail-scarred hands 

reaching out 

for my burden 

to relieve me, 

give me rest. 

Why can't I 

give it away? 

Looking at Your 

spear-scarred side 

I bow my head 

as slowly guilt 

melts away pride. 

Viewing the cross 

makes my sacrifice small. 

You gave forgiveness, 

gave Your life 

take my heart 

I surrender my all.

~Toni Derouin

"Cast all your anxieties on Him, because He cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7 (ESV)