The poem contrasts the oppressive burden of prosperity preachers, who promise wealth for heavy offerings, with the light yoke of Christ’s truth. Their greed-driven chains weigh down souls, offering empty promises, while only through being born again can one receive Jesus’ gentle grace. His call brings rest and love, not material cost, lifting the heart above the world’s deceptive load to a peaceful, victorious path.

They heap their burdens high,
Prosperity’s priests with gleaming smiles,
“Carry this load of coin and care,
And wealth will crown your days.”

But the weight bends backs,
A yoke of chains forged in greed,
Promises clank like empty cans,
Dragging souls through dust and need.

Born anew, the heart awakens,
Eyes unscaled to see His face,
For only through that sacred birth,
Can souls receive His tender grace.

Then Jesus calls, soft and sure,
“My yoke is easy, my burden light,”
No gold required, no tithe to buy,
Just rest in love, in holy sight.

The world’s load crushes, deceives,
A treadmill chase for fleeting gain,
But Christ’s way lifts, His peace relieves,
A gentle path through storm and pain.