Oh, how heavy
is the cross I bear
upon the road to Calvary;
My flesh is torn
from the scourging
and I am weakened
by the beating

— that I took for you.

I know the hurts
you carry,
My beloved;
Come, let Me
carry them for you.

I struggle to see the road ahead of Me
but My Blood drips from the crown of thorns
into My eyes, and I cannot wipe them
for I am bound up by the load

— that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.

The crossbeam grinds into My wounded shoulder
and I feel the pain in all the tears of My flesh;
so it is difficult to remain aware that you are here,
but I remember, I remember that I carry the load

— that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.

The biggest pain that I feel,
the pain that pierces deep into My heart,
is the realization that I have done all this for you,
and still, you insist on carrying the load

— that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;
Come, let Me carry them for you.

Please, let Me carry them for you.

Yes, let Me carry them for you.

For you, I Carry the Cross

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