At the Cross

by Lucy M. Young

When my pain seems too much to bear
And nobody seems to care
I think of my Lord on the cross
And the agony that He bore
For us sinners evermore
As He died on the cruel cross.
As I ponder deeply on it
My cross of pain eases a bit
In fancy I kneel at the cross
In comparison my pain is naught
Lovingly following Him is my lot
And I willingly take up my cross.