Heavy is the load I made you carry.
Your human shoulders could not bear the weight.
But you are more than human--you are God.
Your suffering and shame would not abate
Until it was finished. You bore every sin
And pain and fear and all the empty space
That separated humankind from you.
You lived and died and rose because of grace.
Heavy is the load that I alone
Placed upon the shoulders of my Lord.
No gratitude was granted on your way
To die. Your appearance was abhorred.
Heavy, oh so heavy is my heart
Because I know you're carrying me still.
Lighter grows my heart as you come in
And take the heavy load against my will.
I would you need not carry me tonight,
Because you suffered much and will again,
Over and over, with a strength divine;
And I suffer, understanding I'm to blame.
You take that too, and carry to the cross
All that keeps the two of us apart.
I know you suffered, died, and won by grace,
But to ponder this grows heavy on my heart.
postscript
Heavy on my heart. I think that's why I've had three poems in a row along the same lines.