Carrying Our Own Cross

Sometimes Life Can Be Difficult

and We Get to Carry Our Own Cross...

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The following poem

was written during a time of bereavement:

ACCEPTANCE

I accept this bitter cup

filled to the brim

with the wine

of sorrow

I'll take

and drink

it dry

For I have tasted

the sweet wine

of the red

grapes

of joy

the wine

of gladness

the wine

of blessing

I accept this cross—

I will lug its weight

upon my

bony shoulder

and trudge

the pathway

of travail

When

I misstep

and stumble

I'll call for help

My cross

is so, so small

compared to Yours

My bitter cup

sweet honey

All I need

to make it

Jesus

is Your hand

and Your deep

unfathomable

Love…

Maude Carolan