carry on

The garden was dark and quiet,
His soul heavy and burdened.
Left by His closest friends in their slumber,
Alone to confront His enemies,
Knowing the torment and agony to come.
Carry on.

The road was dusty and crowded,
The cross heavy and burdensome.
Once His followers, now His taunters,
Their jeers ringing in His ears,
All the way to the skull.
Carry on.

The journey was long and ardous,
The land, distant and foreign,
A people, strange and alien.
For the sake of the message,
A message these had never heard.
Carry on.

The list is long, seemingly endless,
The burdens many, needs countless,
I sit and wonder, "How will I get through this?"
I hear a ring and then a voice,
Of how a soul was moved,
How a heart brought near,
In a world of chaotic pressure.
Carry on.

sč
KL, July 1997