My muscles, tender.

I stumble and fall

It is agony

To get up again,

But I do.

 

Because if I fall down,

I slide much further-

Further than where I 

Want to be...

Further than where I fell.

 

I tremble and shake,

'Cause on my back

Is a pack

Full of

All I need...

All I need to live and grow.

 

I have scriptures

And Bread and Water.

I have schoolbooks in there.

I have paper

And pencil and...

 

Rocks?

What?

There are rocks in there?

 

I want to get them out...

Take 'em out.

So I stop on a ledge.

And I look inside,

And struggle

To lift the first one out.

 

Then I see

A label on it...

Lying?

Oh yeah.

And I remember

Why I did it....

 

Do I still want it out?

Do I still want it in?

I want it out-

So I'll try...

 

I lift

And I toil,

But I can't 

Get 

It

Out...

 

So I pray.

 

And then,

I lift,

And I try

And I strain...

 

Two hands.

Much bigger than mine.

 

Clasp around

My own hands,

Slowly, surely, gently

Lifting that boulder

Out of my pack...

 

They help

Me

Thrust it away,

Then guide

My hands

Back to my pack,

Lifting

And tossing.

Lifting

And tossing.

Lifting

And tossing.

 

Tossing

All of the

Pain,

The guilt,

The boulders

Away.

 

I turn around

And throw

My

Arms

About the neck

Of my

Beloved

Savior.