
12-22-2007, 06:17 PM
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Non-Resident Redneck
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Join Date: Feb 2007
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Originally Posted by Barb
Just saw this...great post, sis...
The words to an old song come to mind...
I walked one day along a country road,
And there a stranger journeyed, too,
Bent low beneath the burden of His load:
It was a cross, a cross I knew.
“Take up thy cross and follow Me,”
I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice,
When Jesus gave His all?
I cried, “Lord Jesus,” and He spoke my name;
I saw His hands all bruised and torn;
I stooped to kiss away the marks of shame,
The shame for me that He had borne.
“Oh, let me bear Thy cross, dear Lord,” I cried,
And, lo, a cross for me appeared,
The one, forgotten, I had cast aside,
The one, so long, that I had feared.
My cross I’ll carry till the crown appears—
The way I journey soon will end—
Where God Himself shall wipe away all tears,
And friend hold fellowship with friend.
-Alfred H. Ackley, 1922
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Barb,
When I was a youngster, I used to sing that song in a trio with my mother and my Aunt Niece (the one that Felicity reminds me of).
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