The cross that pressed so heavy
Is light and sweet today;
It lost its weight this morning
When Jesus came my way.
The cross that looked so dreary
A day or two ago,
Has, with His presence, brightened,
He helped me lift it so.
It now, is light, a feather,
I laugh amid my tears,
And raise, with Him, my burden ---
All flown my anxious fears.
The cross that weighed so heavy,
The tears that fell so fast;
are changed to glorious rainbow
In skies, all blue at last!
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