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 Garbage Bag

I watched a video the other day
It spoke to me in a powerful way
As I share some thoughts with you
Perhaps you can also relate to it too

A woman on a park bench alone
With a garbage bag of her own
A man carrying a bag walked by
Then another man sat at her side

His voice so gentle and kind
Somehow he knew her mind
Describing her bag of shame
But did not disclose his name

She waited for condemnation
Instead he gave her consolation
Offering to take her bag away
Bring it to the landfill Friday

Out of hopelessness and despair
She had begun her journey there
Others were headed for that place
Quickly, she picked up her pace

A teenage girl had caught her eye
She asked about her story and why
Tired of anger to parents everyday
The man would take it all away

The line at the landfill was long
Each had a bag they carried along
He asked for the bag and then prayed
Said go, be free, on me forever laid

They watched and heard all his pain
He understood, with nothing to gain
Upon himself, each bag he emptied
Soon in all the rubble he was buried

They felt sad that he was now gone
All because of what they had done
By fires, they waited for two nights
The third day, he stood within sight

It was the girl who saw him first
She then called out to all the rest
Deep joy filled their heart and soul
Not just any man made them whole

That is what Jesus did on the cross
He died and rose again for the lost
Taking upon Himself our every sin
All who believe are cleansed within

So many are trying to earn His favor
When they need Jesus as their Savior
What is in the garbage bag you own?
Give it all freely to Him at His throne

As I already said, it spoke to my heart
Garbage that I had carried on my part
I let go of it all before Him, with tears
Even after being a Christian for years

Change is an ongoing process each day
By allowing the Spirit to lead the way
Remaining in His Word, I cannot fail
Jesus is my victory, whatever prevails

Matthew 11:28 (NIV)
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.

1 Peter 2:24 (NIV)
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so
that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;
by his wounds you have been healed.

© Carol Salter 9/24/09

Based on a You Tube video by Max Lucado
Called “Give it all to Him” at the following link:

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