Take up your cross
And shoulder it high;
Then the weight of its burden
Will pass you by.

Though you falter and stumble
Along the way;
The hands of your Saviour
Will help you stay ‑­
On a path though is narrow
And threaded with thorns,
Leads through the twilight
To God's golden dawn.

So hand Him your sorrows,
Your fears and your tears,
And walk fearless the evenings
The sorrowing years;
With the cross He has sent you
Held high overhead,
So that the weight of its burden
You no longer dread.

Then the promise of sunrise
Shall melt down the thorns,
Until you are with Him,
Tomorrow's Dawn.

© Helen Catherine Cramer

                                                            Written August 1983.

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