I went out to see the day as I often do
When I saw him walk by
The people who had once loved him
Betrayed him
The people who had once followed him
Shunned him
I fell back against a nearby wall
I felt the heaviness of his cross suddenly fall onto me
I could feel his pain, anguish, and betrayal
All had abandoned him
All but I had left him
I tried to help him but I couldn’t
I didn’t want the same ridicule
His cross I did not want to carry
It was too much for any man to hold
He was then subjected to humility
Then torture
Then death
Torn and broken, his soul reached the other place
Where it was abused once more
For the sins of the world were now his fault
At that moment of death, I received my cross
If I had only helped him I wouldn’t have it
It weighed upon me as an emotional titan
I have one question for you
And I won’t be surprised by the answer
Will you carry my cross?

 
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