I woke up this morning once
I find myself empty and aching
For a human touch, a man's touch, a touch forbidden
Once again I want to throw You away, to go another path
But again I cling to Your promise and take up this cross.
How much longer, and for what purpose do I bear this load?
The pain and
weight seem to go on forever, without hope
why me? I would gladly trade other men
cross for theirs - A bargain to trade my burden
alcoholism, depression, anger... anything.
Yet my Sovereign and
Something tells me that You have hand-picked me and my cross
Like You hand picked Your disciples, and the rich man's challenge
You spared me anger, poverty, abuse and many more crosses
But knowing this does not make this burden any lighter.
It doesn't seem right, that one seeking You with all his heart
bear this burden, yet as I look I see hints
Of a deeper
plan, a path You've already walked...
Pain to teach compassion;
Failure to bring patience;
Sorrows to birth empathy;
Disappointment to nurture enduring faith;
And brokenness to bring me on my knees to You.
And despite these trials You
Through the loneliness You've been by my side,
I've been tempted, but not beyond my ability to fight
Knocked down but helped to get back up
Shaped and molded through pain, but not broken beyond healing
And through this journey, made more like You.
So I thank You Lord for this cross.