Tar, paper, shanty on an old dirt road
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Seein' my mother workin' made my blood run cold
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People makin' fun, made me wonder and doubt
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Why the Lord chose our family to have to go without
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I'd shout out in anger, a child stricken with fears
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When my ma couldn't stand it more she'd, dry, away my tears
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I look back a women, and it's fresh in my mind
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A girl leavin' home tryin' to find
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The answer to a question that I ask every day
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How can Mama cry so softly and still look up and say
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The Lord never makes a burden too heavy to carry
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Never puts a challenge where it can't be won
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Some people have to try just a little bit harder
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Before their life's work is done
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My strength built of rock from what I thought was sand
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Mother was rewarded 'cause she earned that, promised land
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See my reflection eyes of my little song
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He spoke words that told me my life's work was done
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When he said
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Lord never makes a burden too heavy too carry
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And he never puts a challenge where it can't be won
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I said, now, some people have to try just a little bit harder
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Before their life's work is done
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I said, the good Lord never makes a burden too heavy to carry
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He ain't gonna put a challenge where it can't be won...
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Too Heavy To Carry
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| Brenda Lee |
