Thank You, for the cross I bear
This yoke, I bend beneath;
The Master’s bond, I gladly share,
So with Him, I may be.
The Carpenter, has fitted me,
The steely yoke, exchanged;
In it’s place, the yoke of ease,
In sharing with His pain.
Though heavy, it may seem to all,
To share His crux akin;
The weight more true, of higher toll:
The yoke of death and sin.
So gladly do I let Him break,
The weight that had me blind;
And with Him, bend and shoulder take,
His yoke, now by His side.
And so His joy, so fills my soul,
And love binds me to bear,
This burdened joy, with zeal to hold,
In Christ’s love, do I share.
By Lisa Lawlor