by Gloria Thompson
Why did you land this burden on me?
It is such a heavy cross for a little person like me to carry. It�s painful, it hurts, and it�s eating me away,
It�s warring my body down.
No one could imaging the suffering I go through,
Each and everyday of my life.
Dependant on insulin and syringes,
I�m sick of this, but what can I do?
I wish I could just wish it away but nothing is that easy,
I must take care of myself.
But sometimes I just don't care; I don't care at all,
My cross is very heavy and sometimes I fall.
I try to get back up,
Sometimes I struggle,
But eventually I get back up.
Jesus gave me this cross because He knows I am a strong person, and in the long run I'll be all right.
I better start taking charge of my cross,
Before it takes charge of me!
Written by Gloria Thompson (Dawson) 1985
