Until Your Cross Is Mine

How did you carry me when I couldn’t care less?
How did you wipe my tears when I couldn’t caress
Your head in my arms and heal your pain?
How did you love me like that with no restrain?

How can I follow you carrying my cross?
How can I deny myself and consider it a loss
Incomparable to the greater gain, as you nail
My old self and revive the new man again?

How do I heal my pain with yours -
When I am humbled by my failures
Broken and sore? How do I follow you to
The Golgotha when death is so sure?

I followed you with my self-pity,
It looked like your cross.
But I walked alone.
I followed you carrying my anger
It felt like your cross
But I walked alone.
I followed you carrying my despair.
I nailed the pieces together. I built a cross.
But I walked alone.

Then I gave you my cross and yours became mine
And you walked beside me as death took its time
We passed through the grave, and then your light did shine
And I rose with you because your cross was mine.