“Take up your cross,” He said.
The day He told it to me, I was shocked,
And “No, never!” was my answer.
Why would He want me to suffer?
I never wanted to take that cross,
Even if He asked me to.
So I tried to ran away.
I ran and hid away from Him,
Far from His presence
So that He could never claim me
And ask me that burdensome thing.
But then I heard His voice again.
“Take up your cross,” He said.
I trembled in fear, for I had no faith
So I ran in the world to escape from Him.
In my escape, I wandered everywhere
And the world provided what I wanted
Luxury, fame, power, self-glory;
Yet my heart was empty.
What was missing? I took a glance
I saw the cross on the ground,
Waiting to be picked up.
“Take up your cross,” He was persistent.
I could not escape His call.
And so I walked and took the cross,
Ready to be crucified.
The cross was heavy and hard,
It almost crushed my shoulders.
But after some time, it became easier
Until it was as light as a feather.
I was amazed I paused for a while.
I looked behind and saw Christ
Who was the one carrying all the weight.
I asked, “Why Lord? This I’m supposed to carry.”
He answered,
“My child, this is My cross,
You merely shared in my suffering.”
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