There are crosses in our walkway,
That we don’t understand,
We forget there is a reason,
To fit with God’s own plan.

My cross I would gladly bear,
If it’s Jesus using me,
To help Him get to others,
So He can set them free.

My cross is not an easy one,
But if the world could see,
That I have the love of Jesus,
And He lives inside of me.

My Jesus dragged a Cross for me,
All the way to Calvary,
So I can have a home someday,
Beyond my Earthly destiny.

I thank my God that He knows best,
And that He carries me each day,
When the storms of life are heavy,
And dark clouds come my way.

©Ann Hart
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