'Weight Of The World' Poem by Linda Winchell

Don’t let the weight of the world
Find its rest upon your shoulders.
Let God take care of what is needed
And you’ll not grow one days gray hair older.

We needn’t take the worlds troubles
And drink them all inside.
It isn’t for us to deal with
And on our shoulders to reside.

God’s good at dealing with all that stuff
He’s aware of what needs to be done.
Just let Him take care of, ” Judgment Day”
And go off and have some fun!

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009