My Cross


 

My cross lays broken upon my God, worn and fragile.

 

I’m held up by the passion of love.

 

Exhausted by the daily journey, hopeful that I’ll  find rest.

 

Just as heaven bends to catch my breath.

 

Angels faintly hear footsteps leaving heaven.

 

I bear the cross, God carry’s the load.

 

Again I walk, but I’m not alone.