A yoke of obedience that Jesus
Bore while He lived among us
Heavy with pain even to death
To free us from our yoke of regret.
A verse from my poem ‘Come To Me, My Burden is Light.’
Beverley Joy of Simply Story Poetry
Free from our Yoke of Regret
A yoke of obedience that Jesus
Bore while He lived among us
Heavy with pain even to death
To free us from our yoke of regret.
A verse from my poem ‘Come To Me, My Burden is Light.’
Beverley Joy of Simply Story Poetry
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