Sitting at the table in a kitchen conversation

You spilled the words you read just yesterday

He said, "be perfect, perfect as I am"

"How can this be done," you ask, "when every time I try to be

Someone with such a mastery, I see how weak I am"

I said, "see the sweet dichotomy

Mercy mirrored in the face of impossibility"



The weight of the words

Can crush you, they can break you

Or they can heal and they can take you to the throne of grace

The weight of the words

Will lead you like a beacon

When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words



And so the constant struggle to remind each other of the fact

That the rest is easy on the shoulders of the One who came

To pay for what we lack

Now our welcome burden is to strive with humble gratitude

We cannot take lightly what He carried on His back

Can you feel the gravity

Compelling mystery

Life for those who will believe



The weight of the words

Can crush you they can break you

Or they can heal and they can take you

To the throne of grace

The weight of the words

Will lead you like a beacon

When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words



The rest is easy

His rest is easy

Are you weary

Can you hear the words that lift the burden

Do you feel the gravity

Compelling mystery

Life for those who will believe



The weight of the words

Can crush you they can break you

Or they can heal and they can take you to the throne of grace

The weight of the words

Will lead you like a beacon

When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words