The Heavy Cross Of Pain

Who else can bear the heavy cross of pain: if not us who ardently profess Christ? Haven't we been blessed by His light? Aren't good deeds and kind words a gain? Jesus was the humblest of kings, no crown for his head but thorns; He fell but still and carried the heavy cross of pain to His death: women wiped the blood off His chin! Put on these shoulders the heavy cross of pain, I have to feel what he felt to understand Him fully; I'll be mocked and whipped on the way to Calvary: there mother will touch me and hold me again! Carry your heavy cross of pain and glorify Him, without His sacrifice we would be souls lost to sin; we'll be laughed at and even be humiliated by them, they have no love: they are as lawless as evil Cain!