What's that you carry?
Poem by Wendy Davie
The breeze whistled through, but after it passed
Stillness settled upon the expanse.
All through the centuries and down through the years,
Each generation listened, as if in a trance.
Both the good and bad sat still in fear,
Was that a voice they’d heard?
Why even the animals standing near
Realised that something had stirred.
Hark! Was that it again?
The voice now whispered clearly,
“What’s that you carry my dear, my dear,
What’s that you carry my dear?”
Now some thought this strange
As no load they seemed to bear,
But still the question seemed to be
Directed to them it was clear.
The voice continued down through the years
Until the Messiah did come!
Then to Him it was also asked,
“What’s that you carry my Son”
He boldly answered for He had paid the cost –
“My Father, I carry your love and your grace
To a world marred by death and hopelessly lost,
So shouldering the sins of the redeemed I cried,
‘Father forgive them’ and on the cross I died.”
“Their weight was more than I thought I could bear
But you carried me through it all with care.
Your Spirit strengthened me along the way.
Your presence and power was my stay.
And now My Father I bring to you,
The children you called and led me to.
I carry them daily in my arms of love,
Guiding and leading them by the Spirit above!
They are so weak, as the flesh is so strong.
But the joy of it all is that to you they belong!
As I am in you and they are in Me
Together we shall live in Eternity.
So Father I pray in your presence You’ll keep,
Not these alone, but all who do weep -
Over their sins and burdens they carry,
As washed in My blood these all were buried.
And on the cross I bore it all -
For all those dear Father, that you did call!