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The scent of wood
Had always brought Him to His Father's side
And gentle childhood.
There as a boy
Jesus watched in awe
As Father shaped the world
With plane and saw.
Now as a man
Master of his craft;
He takes the beam
With willing hands.
For it is time
To finish what He wrought
A better yoke
That burdens not.
The soldiers mock
And lash the heavy beam
To shoulders raw
From a night of scourging.
Through the winding streets
The foul crowd still follows;
As Jesus bears their scorn, their sins
In silent sorrow.
See His piercing pain;
Watch His footsteps fail;
See them lift the cross;
Feel the cruel nails;
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See His
piercing pain;
Hear His heavy sighs;
"Why hast thou forsaken
me?"
Alone, He cries.
Now is the time
To finish what He wrought
A perfect yoke, that burdens not.
Now is the time
To make His promise good.
His only comfort now--
Is the scent of wood.
"Come unto me,
For my yoke is easy."
"Come unto me."
Words by Toni
Thomas
Music by Diane
Tuiofu
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"The
Yoke" tells of Christ's childhood, His atonement for us, and His
promise to bear our burdens as we accept His yoke.
Click Here to read our blog entry on this song.
**Award
Winner**
Special Recognition for the 2008 LDS General Music Contest, anthem
category
Difficulty Level: Medium-Hard
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