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The Carrying of the Cross

He carried our sins as He carried the cross. He walked up to glory through pain and through loss. He fell many times but got up once again As He carried our sins. A man from Cyrene they had pulled from the crowd, Who wished not to help, who protested aloud. But in the end took up the cross of our Lord And carried it forward. A large crowd of people, women who cried As they watched the Savior go forward to die. They followed along, lamented and mourned For the pain of the Lord. He took up the cross, was prodded and pulled On the way to Golgotha, the place of the skull. Where He would do what He was born to do For me and for you. Take up your cross and follow Him. Die to yourself and be born again. Take up your cross and follow Him.

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