There's Victory after Calvary

Lord, my cross has become so heavy

That I’m crumbling under its weight

I’ve been judged unjustly

I’ve been scourged mercilessly

I’ve been spat upon contemptuously

I’ve been insulted grievously

I’ve been pushed around rudely

Yet, I received the log of wood on my back

I didn’t run away from my cross

Because you said, “If anyone wishes to be my disciple

Let him renounce himself and take up his cross

And follow me.”

I’ve followed you on the rugged way everyday

I’ve fallen many times

I’ve risen again and again

and resumed my staggering journey

With the heavy wood on my shoulder

Now, it seems much heavier than before

There is no Simon of Cyrene to help me

O Messiah, can you take away this cross off my shoulder?

It’s too heavy and my strength is spent!

Yes, my Savior, speak. I’m listening

One night, in the garden of Gethsemane

Like you I prayed my Father to take away

The cup of suffering from me

But my wish was not done

 I was here to do the will of my father

I was to carry the cross

No one else could do it

I was to redeem mankind

No one else could do it

Today it is you who are to carry a cross

No one else can carry

You are not only a disciple

You are other me,

You are other Christ

You are assigned a mission

And you are here to accomplish it.

Though you may feel tired and weak

My grace is enough for you

Don’t be afraid of Calvary

After the cross there is victory.”