It is not His cross that is heavy;
It is those that our hands have made
That hinder us on our journey.
On our aching shoulders laid
There is strength for the load He gives us
And balm for the thorn He sends.
But none for the needless burdens,
And none for our selfish ends.
For His yoke is easy to carry
And His burden is light in weight;
He will do His share of the labor,
For He is a true yoke-mate.
Are we weary and heavy-laden?
Are we anxious and full of care?
That is not the cross of His giving
But the one we make and bear.
Author unknown
Copied from "Streams in the Desert
Volume 2" by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman
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