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Our Cross


Our Cross  (6/08)

Each of us have a cross we must bare
Not all of them are obvious to others or even to ourselves
We compare our cross to those of others that we see
It doesn't seem right nor does it seem fair
When the cross you must carry seems like more than your fair share

But ours is not to judge others burdens as we don't know waht they truly endure
Instead we need to turn our eyes inward upon ourselves
Don't look at your cross in terms of how much you suffer
Or how much you think you've given up
Your cross means so much more than that

You think you are living in your own little world
Locked up deep inside your hurts
Even when we think we are all alone - the world's eyes are upon our lives
Our cross is meant to help us grow in many different ways
Some are physical, emotional, spiritual or sometimes all of them
But just as jesus bore the cross to take away our sins
We too must bare our cross for those who are looking in

When you are suffering at your most and want to let loose and scream
That's the time to take a step back, breathe for a moment and think about your actions
How you react at this critical time can impact so may lives
Rather than scream about how unfair life can be
This is the time to rise above your misery
Put on a smile and look deep inside and somehow you can pull out some good

It may not seem it at the time as you're writhing there in pain
But someone is nearby and watching you for what you say and do
Your reaction to your circumstances can cause others to question your testimony
What a perfect opportunity you have to tell the world of Jesus
Jesus, He's the reason that you endure the pain
With a smile upon your face and your spirit filled with joy

It doesn't lessen the pain in any way but it helps it to make sense
There has to be a reason for our suffering to exist
I know without a doubt that when I die here on this earth
My broken and decrepit body will rise to heaven and be replaced
No longer will I have any pain - just a smile upon my face

So while I am here on earth the crosss that I've been given is something I must bare
My job then is to do it in such a way as to bring glory to the Lord
If each of us could do this with the cross that we've been given
Just imagine how much better this world would be for all the time that we have left for living

So take your cross and place it in the hands of God above
And He will help you day by day endure the things that come your way.
   

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