Carry Your Cross

Just a simple phrase was all he said,

As he bore the mark of indictment.

Not much strength left for his own regard,

For he shouldered the load for others.

And you and I can not comprehend,

How much sorrow he faced alone.

For it was because of our own shame,

That he died, rose, and conquered the grave.

Amazing love that carried the cross,

Forever changing that which once was lost.

And what can we do now that He’s won?

But to pick up love and carry our cross.

Carry the pain, carry the burden

We all need to carry our own cross.

Love each other, nurture one another—

Most importantly, carry your own cross.