  The cross is so very heavy, as I carry it down the way; I know I'll see the light, at the end of my dismay. Father, I need your strength, this is what I pray; I see a hill up ahead, but it seems so far away. I need time with you, I can't do this alone; They spit, they beat, this body wants to moan. It is a crown of thorns, embedded deep in my brow; I must keep going on, for life depends on Me, somehow. The pain is so deep, as the nails are driven in; My flesh is torn away, for all deep within sin. It's agony that I feel, for they know not what they do; Soon it will be over, soon it will be through. I love you so much, don't you understand? I underwent the agony for you to withstand. Copyright ©2000 Brenda Atkinson McMahon All Rights Reserved    
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