Put your name here and read

FOR YOU, Geri, I CARRY THE CROSS


I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;

Come, let Me carry them for you.

Oh, how heavy is the cross I bear

upon the road to Calvary;

My flesh is torn from the scourging

and I am weakened by the beating

-- that I took for you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;

Come, let Me carry them for you.

I struggle to see the road ahead of Me

but My Blood drips from the crown of thorns

into My eyes, and I cannot wipe them

for I am bound up by the load

-- that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;

Come, let Me carry them for you.

The crossbeam grinds into My wounded shoulder

and I feel the pain in all the tears of My flesh;

so it is difficult to remain aware that you are here,

but I remember, I remember that I carry the load

-- that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;

Come, let Me carry them for you.

The biggest pain that I feel,

the pain that pierces deep into My heart,

is the realization that I have done all this for you,

and still, you insist on carrying the load

-- that I took from you.

I know the hurts you carry, My beloved;

Come, let Me carry them for you.

Please, let Me carry them for you.

Yes, let Me carry them for you.