Some days seem longer than others, <br />depending on how many crosses <br />we have to bare. <br />Each of us has a cross to carry, <br />for guilt, we call our own. <br />When the crosses get heavy, <br />days seem to linger with out end. <br />We feel at times, <br />no one can help us <br />with the crosses that we bare, <br />but there is always someone. <br />They walk beside us everyday, <br />a simple prayer of forgiving, <br />and he will help us on our way. <br />We can tell him all our sorrows, <br />our guilt’s and woes to be. <br />He always listens to us <br />as he walks with us each day. <br />We all know his name, <br />and how to speak to him, <br />if the crosses that we carry, <br />ever get to weighty to bare.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crosses-we-bare/
