Follow Me
When sadness tries to take it's hold,
and love of man does groweth cold.
Remember child my solemn plea,
'Pick up thy cross, and follow me'.
When trials and tribulations come,
lift up thine eyes where help comes from.
Each day if you do trusteth me,
'Pick up thy cross and follow me'.
When darkness takes the ones you love,
remember they are up above.
So let thy Spirit set you free,
'Pick up thy cross and follow me'.
Through high and lows I'll ever be,
'Pick up thy cross and follow me'.
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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