I saw a cross upon a hill,
So I started out to climb,
To lay my burdens at the foot,
And leave them there with time.

My climb is not an easy one,
My body hurts from pain,
And my pace will be very slow,
But I will make it all the same.

The cross seems to be moving away,
I have to stop to rest,
My climb is getting harder now,
And I need to try my best.

Can I make this climb alone,
No, I need someone to pray,
To help my mind fight harder,
So I can climb today.

I looked up again and to my surprise,
Someone was dragging it down,
Tears filled up and flooded my eyes,
And I fell down on the ground.

Then I saw the face of Jesus,
Smiling sweetly down at me,
You could not make the climb,
So I dragged it down to thee.

Here child, leave your burden now,
Get up, go on your way,
This sorrow that you carry now,
Will be a crown someday.

Written By Ann Hart
Sept 2nd 2004©
For The Glory Of God

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