I had a dream the other nite. I dreamt I was in the operating room, stretched out and ohhhhhhh-so-comfy on a big fluffy mattress. Drifting. Peaceful. I asked everyone there, "When are you going to put me on the operating table?" and one of them answered, "You already ARE on the operating table. All you have to do now is close your eyes and go to sleep." And I did.
Is there a heart o'er-bound by sorrow?
Is there a life weighed down by care?
Come to the cross--each burden bearing,
All your anxiety--leave it there.
All your anxiety, all your care,
Bring to the mercy seat--leave it there;
Never a burden He cannot bear,
Never a friend like Jesus.
No other friend so keen to help you,
No other friend so quick to hear;
No other place to leave your burden,
No other one to hear your prayer.