[Stanza 1] The weight of the stone, around my heart bound Is not enough to pull me under, but Just enough for the chains, my soul to cut And the load to keep my dreams on the ground. Sometimes I stand tall, my strength I have found, But often strength I've none, I'm in a rut, I long for a haven, a lonely hut Where, onto a page, my fears and doubts mound. [Stanza 2] From this safe place, I cry my forlorn plea To my Lord, I ask Him to take the stone. He hears, but He is teaching me to wait. He wants to use me, now He's moulding me, Yet He still lets me know I'm not alone, And from my shoulders He will lift the weight.
