Worth Repeating - The Heaviest Cross - by Annie Johnson Flint

 

The Heaviest Cross

It is not His cross that is heavy;

It is those that our hands have made

That hinder us on our journey,

On our aching shoulders laid;

There is strength for the load He gives us,

And balm for the thorn He sends,

But none for the needless burdens

And none for our selfish ends.

We bear a burden of sorrow;

We carry a weight of gold;

We cling to some treasured idol,

And will not loose our hold:

We bend beneath trouble and worries;

We drag a load of wrong;

And we cry that the cross is heavy,

And sigh that the way is long.

Let us drop the sin that besets us;

Let us cast aside our fears;

Let us give our grief to Jesus;

And break our pitcher of tears;

Let us learn of the meek and lowly

Who giveth the weary rest;

Let us take His yoke upon us,

And walk with Him abreast;

For His yoke is easy to carry,

And His burden is light in weight;

He will do His share of the labor,

For He is a true yoke-mate.

Are we weary and heavy-laden?

Are we anxious and full of care?

That is not the cross of His giving,

But the one that we make and bear.

Annie Johnson Flint