"A Cross To Bear"

Winter walking
wading in the snow;
with nowhere else to go
to remember my way home.

A child, holding my father’s hand in a golden meadow;
laughing at the clouds above, swirling like smoke,
drifting lazily along the sky's horizon;
fading away in the sunset
calling us home.
Mom's waiting;
waving to say
“Come on in for dinner
it’s roast chicken and peas;
just the way you like it, served in gravy -
and for desert, I picked the apples to bake your favorite pie.”

My mind
so confused
to tell another lie!
"I had a mother and father."

Crying it out loud in my dreams, there in the dark orphanage,
where the bully boys would beat me black and blue;
calling me a sissy, for saying it that day.
Trembling and waiting to sneak away;
free at last with a cross to bear;
my body broken and torn
in the golden meadow.
Sobbing for a Savior.

Jesus who died for me on the cruel cross at Easter time.
His broken heart throbbing, bleeding from a spear
in his side, rising to the sky in heaven!
"Where paradise waits for me;
no more lies in my mind,
home at last."