The Love That Bore the Cross For Me (When Every Step’s an Uphill Battle)

When every step’s an uphill battle

And every victory’s followed by a cliff to climb

When the foe stands atop every precipice

And I just want to collapse

I remember

The Love that bore the Cross for me

Stands with hands held out

The hands that caught me when I fell

Sustained me when I could do no more

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