Carrier

I often pick up cargo
I wasn't meant to bare
My little boat is sinking
From unnecessary care

I try to sail my own way
And hope for currents fair
But storms and squalls
Arise from almost everywhere

Out upon the open sea
In need of great repair
Adrift, without you guiding me
I sink into despair

Yet even in the darkest storm
You still know where I am
You have a plan to shelter me
And bring me close to land

These heavy crates and leaded weights-
Those things I claimed for me
I now surrender at Your feet
And find that I am free