Burdened

There is one thing I long to do:
To cry and cry and cry!
Until it feels alright,
Until I breathe a sigh of relief!

I want to cry out to God;
To You, O Lord, I call!
Afraid of my own self,
How evil am I, my Lord!

Unworthy of all,
Yet demanding more!
I am tired; I feel so weak—
Both my head and body ache.

There is no rest for me,
None until I entrust my burdens to You!