Is a burden wearing you down,
Like a heavy gown,
A weighted cloak or heavy yoke?
Are you being oppressed,
Or being tried to be blessed?
Is it just a test,
Or the enemy’s cruel jest?
Time and faith will tell,
If it’s from heaven or hell.
Rhyme
True lines here
Our seasons come and go, don’t they? Love your poem ❤
Yes they sure do. Thanks for stopping by and reading. ❤️
You’re most welcome ❤