I Asked of The Lord


	*I Asked of The Lord*
			*I asked of the lord in my despair* *Why have you sent me this crown to wear* *The cross is heavy* *And bears me down* *The load too great for me to bear.* *Around me others seem to walk* *A path well paved -* *No hidden fork.* *They have no cross upon their backs* *No hidden load for them to hack.* *'Why, oh why?'* *I ask you lord.* *When I was young I tried to please* *My dreams were simple, life a breeze* *Love was all around me then* *And any hurts would quickly mend.* *So why this crown you've sent to me?* *A cross which knows no sympathy.* *If you would, I beg you lord* *Find me a cross without a thorn,* *One which is more easy borne* *A love that I can easy mourn.* *Then in my grief I seem to hear* *A familiar voice of one held dear* *And in my dreams I see a face* *And walk with you to another place.* *The crown of sorrow changes there* *As though it's made for me to bear* *And oh how different it seems to be* *Knowing lord you walk with me.* *The cross I wore now just a weight* *To prepare me for eternal faith,* *Thank you lord for guiding me* Through life's path My destiny. © Helen Catherine Cramer
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