My Cross Poem by Keli Mims

My cross I am called to bear is not light,
It's never easy to find what's right.
My cross sometimes feels to heavy,
To big, to bold, and overbearing for me.
But it is the one I am called to bear,
Even if at my skin it rips and tears.
It may press in to my back and hurt,
Pulling me down to my knees in the dirt.
I pray as I stay there  on my knees,
My Heavenly Father strengthens me.
Then I climb to my feet,
Faith speaks in every heart beat.
I walk on in faith trying my hardest,
In my Father's work I do my best.
As I carry my cross.