Bear
your cross
There
is an ethereal beauty
in
the quiet carrying of a burden
(all
burdens being God-given).
In
the submission of every Christ
bearing
His cross up Calvary’s hill,
in
the outstretched arms, crown of thorns,
the
driven spikes, there manifests
over
time an unearthly majesty, dignity
and
ultimate ecstasy, a holy acquittal
from
shame, culpability, exile and fear.
O
child of God, to meekly bear your cross
is to surrender to
your eternal liberation.
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