Sitting at the table in a kitchen conversationnYou spilled the words you read just yesterdaynHe said, be perfect, perfect as I amnHow can this be done, you ask, when every time I try to benSomeone with such a mastery, I see how weak I amnI said, see the sweet dichotomynMercy mirrored in the face of impossibilitynnThe weight of the wordsnCan crush you, they can break younOr they can heal and they can take you to the throne of gracenThe weight of the wordsnWill lead you like a beaconnWhen your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the wordsnnAnd so the constant struggle to remind each other of the factnThat the rest is easy on the shoulders of the One who camenTo pay for what we lacknNow our welcome burden is to strive with humble gratitudenWe cannot take lightly what He carried on His backnCan you feel the gravitynCompelling mysterynLife for those who will believennThe weight of the wordsnCan crush you they can break younOr they can heal and they can take younTo the throne of gracenThe weight of the wordsnWill lead you like a beaconnWhen your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the wordsnnThe rest is easynHis rest is easynAre you wearynCan you hear the words that lift the burdennDo you feel the gravitynCompelling mysterynLife for those who will believennThe weight of the wordsnCan crush you they can break younOr they can heal and they can take you to the throne of gracenThe weight of the wordsnWill lead you like a beaconnWhen your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words