Lord I know there is a cross
You made specifically for me
And that it’s designed to make me
The woman I should be
But sometimes, Lord, I don’t like it
And it messes up my hair
And sometimes it just doesn’t go
With the outfit that I wear
And I would so like to leave it
Propped up against the wall
Or deep inside the closet
Where I can’t see it at all
But lately I’ve been stumbling
On this cross that I should bear
And my toes are getting sore, Lord
And I wonder, don’t you care?
I am looking at this cross now
And I think that it is more
Than I can even pick up
Or drag across the floor
But the longer that I look at it
I realize it is mine
And it was placed here just for me
By your Grand Design
I could stay right here and contemplate
What’s in all this for me?
But I hear your voice from up ahead
“Will you still follow me?”
And I long to be with you my Lord
And I want to win this fight
So I take up my cross surprised to find
That in Your presence IT IS LIGHT
“ And He said to them all, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.” Luke 9:23 (KJV)