Very good, brother. What you wrote reminded me of an old hymn, "The Bloodwashed Pilgrim". They both seem to express the same sentiment.
I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace,
Upon the Kings highway, with peaceful, shining face;
Temptations sore beset him, but nothing could afright;
He said, The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.
His helmet was salvation, a simple faith his shield,
And righteousness his breastplate, the spirits sword hed wield. All fiery darts arrested, and quenched their blazing flight; He cried The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.
I saw him in the furnace; he doubted not, nor feared,
And in the flames beside him, the Son of God appeared;
Though seven times twas heated, with all the tempters might, He cried, The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.
Mid storms, and clouds, and trials, in prison, at the stake, He leaped for joy, rejoicing, twas all for Jesus sake; That God should count him worthy, was such supreme delight, He cried, The yoke is easy, the burden, is so light.
I saw him overcoming, through all the swelling strife,
Until he crossed the threshold of Gods eternal life;
The crown, the throne, the scepter, the name, the stone so white, Were his, who found, in Jesus, the yoke and burden light.
Paul Frederick West