Carrying the Cross
By Kathy Armijo
Jesus, Your journey to Your death
Carrying such a heavy cross,
You fell three times.
Veronica wiped Your face.
Simon the Cyrenian was made
To help You bear the cross.
The crosses that I have had to bear
Have caused me to fall so many times,
I could just pull out my hair,
And I get extremely mad at You.
Why won’t You take my cross away?
Don’t give it to someone else,
Just take mine away.
Or, wait ‘til I feel stronger.
Then, because You care
You send someone to comfort me
And hold me while I cry.
You send an unsuspecting soul
To brighten up my day
And share this heavy load.
You provide family and friends
To help me on my journey.
They are truly God sent.
They give moral support.
They share advice.
But, most of all
They share their time.
Crosses I will always have to carry.
Yet, with the support You provide,
Through Your grace
And those that I embrace,
I think I can manage quite nicely.
I really liked reading this reminds me of my own lessons I understand now.
Love & Peace
Vickie
but, he won't give us more than we can handle!
When he sends someone our way, when we need it most! He knows!
Inspiration poem Kath! YOur soul is true and pure!
WArm hugs and love, WArrior Lady Sheeoox
STay Positive!
Love ya--RaeLynn
We were all born to bear our own cross
That is a way of life
Peace be with you
William
And live not necessarily must go on to please society, we can nurse our pains as we find it fit.
Extraordinary one.
Georg
Humans have to carry the cross,
Be it of wood or anything heavy or rude,
Knowing that we have in common
The silver threads which save us
When something goes wrong or bad.
Thank you, Emile
Blessings, Christine
God Bless
Michelle~
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
annie
Wonderful uplifting poem!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
but----this is a great work. Thank you.
Larry
You pen my heartfelt cries of 'Why?' so powerfully: I haven't had the crosses you've had to bear, but I've my own. Thank God for friends, thank God for poetry, thank God for His Grace, to make the load a bit easier. Beautiful write.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(