As I sit in the sanctuary of the church
on a Sunday afternoon, on a comfortable pew,
the congregation sings and claps in joyous praise.
My pastor begins his meaningful message.
I look up at the empty, wooden cross.
I am reminded that my Savior has risen.
I reflect on the sacrifice He made.
As my pastor suggests, I ask myself a question–
Can I bear the cross He did?
Will I be strong and humble in faith
while persecution buries me
in a tomb of pain and ridicule?
Can I walk that road to Golgatha
with the weight of the world
upon my shoulders?
Will there be a helping hand
for me when I stumble and fall?
Will my thirst be satisfied
with the hatred of vinegar?
Will I cry out in fear, and deny the Father
when the sting of death is near?
I pray the Lord to strengthen me.
I’ve already made my choice.
I will suffer all because
He suffered for me.
And, I will heed when He says,
“Take up your cross and follow Me.”