If only the Cross would shine
our lives would be so much brighter
if the cross would only shine
it all would feel so much lighter
walking on the crutches
rolling on a crumbled chair
wheeling in that feeble air
scary of the next step or day
play lights play, make way
make way for here I come
stumbling on these crumbs
and cumbersome
sucking on my thumbs
as if I'm still that child
thinking wildly about
those buttercups
those days of gone
that time is done…….
if only the Cross would shine
our lives would be so much brighter
if the cross would only shine
it all would feel so much lighter! M
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