PICK UP YOUR CROSS

[verseode]

            

         Pick up your cross and follow Me
         Don't saunter to your grave
         There is lot's we have to do
         Your company I crave
         For if you want to be like Me
         You have to die to self
         Leave the comfort of this world
         And climb down off your shelf.

         For time is running out,My friend
         And darkness rules this land
         You are My voice upon this earth
         Please give Me a hand
         To reach the lonely,poor and sad
         And snatch them from a fate
         That leads them to the jaws of hell
         Let's hope we're not too late.