Sitting on my chest

Have you ever felt like you carry the weight of the world? An ever pressing stress. A need for rest. A moment to divest. Lord get me out of this test. Calculating moments; wondering if I'll continue to regress. Seems like a lifetime of quests without victory. Reaching for more only to score less at this moment in time. A dime is a crime. Where are you Lord? Speak to your servant. Love endures. Rest. Rest. There is so much sitting on my chest...


Chontay