There Is Still Compassion On the Cross

I sat in the school of sorrow the Master was teaching there but, my eyes were dim with weeping and my heart was heavy with care. I could not learned my lesson and say, “thy will be done” and the Master came not near me, as each weary day passed on. Instead of looking upward and seeing his face divine so full of tenderness compassion for he take care of weary hearts like mine. I thought only of the burden the cross that before me lay so hard and heavy to carry that it darkened the light of the day. At last in my pain and sorrow I look from the cross above and I saw the Master watching and his eyes glow of compassionate love. You may not learned the lesson ‘Tis enough for thee to know that I am the master and teacher and give thee this cup of woe. As I gazed at his face before me I thought I heard him say, “My child, you must bear the burden And learn thy task today.” I lost that weary sorrow once I look at his face divine gave me the power to trust him to say once again, “thy will not mine.”