Sorrows

Iam acquainted with sorrows

Of the kind that man inflicts.

But remember I bore yours.

And I know what man is.

I know how much of your cross you can bear.

I know true rest is here,

In the place that I take your burdens for a time.

Then when you have grown strong.

You can walk behind me with your cross alone.

No more than I give and no less.

Just the task that I set before you.

Not the one that was set before Me.

 
by Shundra L. Moore