no comparison

Jesus carried the instrument 

of His own destruction

weary beneath the weight

already bloody, beaten

willing to be willing

to bend to the will

of His Father

our Father

and I am asked

to carry my cross

yet what weight

is there that He did not

already bear

only what I allow

when I refuse to live 

in Him

through Him

for Him

so I pray

to be willing

to be willing

to bend to His will

it is surrender then 

that is my cross

weighing nothing

and everything

the only cost

my life entire

and even then

I can't compare

the price

to the gift

freely given

already received

it is thanksgiving then

that is my cross

may I carry it

with praise

jamming with Bonnie