I have seen years pass too fast thru' the eyes of many-
Crosses shouldered 'til the wood shards splintered deep
that made each Cross the more difficult to bear in faith.
Yet, these bearers soldier on with quiet conviction;
makes we wonder if they know when it's time to say 'when'.
And suddenly it struck me, and it made me feel ashamed
that I had such little faith in these souls I pitied,
as I realized that in their world, there wasn't any 'when'.
You see, each one of them possessed cardinal Trust and Faith-
that their Crosses would be lifted, without their asking,
that their Crosses would be lifted when they could no longer
bear them...for they had unwavered Faith and Trust in 'One'-
who they couldn't touch or see but knew He could and does,
by never handing us- a Cross our shoulders could not bear,
there to catch us if our best should fall shy of the Hill.
Crosses, we must carry with our all...because He did for us.
FjR
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