Lord, You said if I want to follow you, I will need to carry my cross every day.
I want to follow, Lord. But there are days when I’m dragging my cross, making a trail for everyone to see.
There are days when I’m pushing my cross, making my own path miserable and dusty.
There are days when I’m sitting on my cross, trying to get comfortable and going nowhere.
There are days when I’m giving my cross to somebody else, who already has one of his own.
Help me, Lord, to carry my cross on my shoulder. When it’s up there, it leaves no room for a chip!
Lord bless you on this weekend,
Bro. Harry Shomaker
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