I once had a load I thought I could bear,
So I hoisted it high with a confident flair.
But soon I was groaning and gasping for air.
I’d assumed burdens that shouldn’t be there.
Frustration, you see, is a sneaky old guest.
It steals all your peace and won’t let you rest.
It grows when you try to be better than best
And carries the world in your overworked chest.
We pick up what’s noble. We add one more chore.
Then we ask why joy doesn’t knock on our door.
“You’ve picked up too much,” Jesus said with a sigh.
“My yoke lightens your burdens, so give it a try.”
Say no with bold love when you need to say no.
Even Jesus said no to where he wasn’t led to go.
He followed his Father through fast and through slow,
And that’s how we learn to go with the flow.
Now frustration is a thief that will steal your peace.
It zaps all your strength and provides no release.
Paul in his hardships knew the power of his choice.
“None of these things move me. I can rejoice.”
The need to control can make your mind race,
But peace will grow when you give God his place.
His power will shine like the sun after showers,
When you’re not trusting deadlines or personal powers.
When storms start to swirl and your tasks overflow,
Let go of your burdens. Just let it all go.
With faith as your anchor and joy as your flame,
Frustration will fade—and you’ll never be the same.
