I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.
Oh, how heavy
is the cross I bear
upon the road to Calvary;
My flesh is torn
from the scourging
and I am weakened
by the beating
-- that I took for you.
I know the hurts
you carry,
My beloved;
Come, let Me
carry them for you.
I struggle to see the road ahead of Me
but My Blood drips from the crown of thorns
into My eyes, and I cannot wipe them
for I am bound up by the load
-- that I took from you.
I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.
The crossbeam grinds into My wounded shoulder
and I feel the pain in all the tears of My flesh;
so it is difficult to remain aware that you are here,
but I remember, I remember that I carry the load
-- that I took from you.
I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.
The biggest pain that I feel,
the pain that pierces deep into My heart,
is the realization that I have done all this for you,
and still, you insist on carrying the load
-- that I took from you.
I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.
Please, let Me carry them for you.
Yes, let Me carry them for you.
