MY BURDEN by Amos R. Wells

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Feb 15, 1905

MY BURDEN.

By Amos R. Wells

GOD laid upon my back a grievous load,— A heavy cross to bear along the road. I staggered on; and lo! one weary day, An angry lion sprang across my way. I prayed to God, and, swift at His command, The cross became a weapon in my hand. It slew my raging enemy, and then Became a cross upon my back again. I faltered many a league, until at length, Groaning, I fell,—and had no further strength. “O God,” I cried, “I am so weak and lame!” Then straight my cross a winged staff became. It swept me on till I regained the loss, Then leaped upon my back, again a cross. I reached a desert. O’er the burning track I persevered, the cross upon my back. No shade was there; and in the cruel sun I sank at last, and thought my days were done. But lo! the Lord works many a blest surprise— The cross became a tree before my eyes! I slept; I woke to feel the strength of ten. I found the cross upon my back again. And thus, through all my days, from that to this, The cross, my burden, has become my bliss; Nor ever shall I lay the burden down, For God, some day, will make the cross a crown! —Amos R. Wells.