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How heavy is my cross?
The one I bear today?
The weight upon my back is great,
How great I cannot say.

On Friday, long ago,
Another bore its weight,
A painful walk to Golgotha,
Enduring scorn and hate.

Each step I take today,
Is strengthened by the fact,
That this cross has been borne before,
Upon my dear Lord’s back.

This cross did hold Him high,
With nails in hands and feet
My sin with Him that day did die,
My ransom was complete.

So now I carry on, 
This cross upon my back.
The joy I have within my heart
Gives strength when strength I lack.

A sad lent christian song, showing reverence and like a lutheran german hymnody