my, how tired i am today
how my legs feel sore
and my mind is contemplative
and sad
my, how well did i do today
i would say not so bad
i did the reading and the cooking
and had a little sweat
but as far as my expectations go
my own standard i have not met
my, how must we rest today
i'd say put down all things heavy
your phone, your book
your fear of how you look
to others and to yourself
yes, down
put it down
put
it
down
travel light in your dreams
free your hands
for the next heavy thing
but
at the end of the day
put it down
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
my, how tired i am today
how my legs feel sore
and my mind is contemplative
and sad
my, how well did i do today
i would say not so bad
i did the reading and the cooking
and had a little sweat
but as far as my expectations go
my own standard i have not met
my, how must we rest today
i'd say put down all things heavy
your phone, your book
your fear of how you look
to others and to yourself
yes, down
put it down
put
it
down
travel light in your dreams
free your hands
for the next heavy thing
but
at the end of the day
put it down
put it down at the feet of Jesus
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