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