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My Cross

I had a cross to carry
That daily grew in size.
I knew the hill was long,
The sweat dropped in my eyes.

“Oh, Master! Are all so heavy?
Those crosses that others bear?
I struggle so to keep the road,
I’ll never make it there!”

He took me to a valley
Where crosses stood in rows;
He told me there to make my choice
And choose a lighter load.

We passed between the crosses.
I lifted every one.
The smallest was so heavy,
I came back for my own!

Oh, God!...Forgive me when I whine -
The wounded Savior is mine!
And though the upward road doth wind -
Remember me...His hand in mine!

His hand, His hand...in mine!

Joan Clifton Costner
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