God laid upon my back a grievous load, A heavy cross to bear along the road.
I staggered on, and lo! one weary day, An angry lion sprang across my way.
I prayed to God, and swift at His command The cross became a weapon in my hand.
It slew my raging enemy, and then Became a cross upon my back again.
I reached a desert. O’er the burning track I persevered, the cross upon my back.
No shade was there, and in the cruel sun I sank at last, and thought my days were done.
But lo! the Lord works many a blest surprise — The cross became a tree before my eyes!
I slept; I woke, to feel the strength of ten. I found the cross upon my back again.
And thus through all my days from then to this, The cross, my burden, has become my bliss.
Nor ever shall I lay the burden down, For God someday will make the cross a crown!
~Amos R. Wells