Today, I lift a not-so-heavy cross;
But nevertheless, I'm afraid;
With all my experience, I'm boss;
Impediments, the world has made.
Such crosses come often in life;
My life can't turn much rosy still;
Our human efforts can't stop strife;
At times, our body, mind is ill.
But life brings crosses and much pain;
Our earthly life can't be heaven;
But we need both the sun and rain;
Death makes all human lives even.
Yet, crosses we carry till death;
We learn to overcome our fear;
God has a purpose for each birth;
Live wisely for His mirth is near!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-05-2016
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