It is amazing to think of the story,
the human story of toils and gory,
and to see the joys, often paltry,
in the midst of all and sundry.
But when I see the Cross’ glory,
in spite of being heavy and burly,
I simply wonder if I, so burdened,
can enjoy the its’ similar story.
Then I see he who hangs on the Cross,
by whom even the thief is restored,
and I breath with some confidence assured,
that all will be well even if now obscure.