My Cross

As I walk through the valley
Through shadows of death,
I step in the footprints
My Saviour has left.
With He at my side,
And with diligence and care,
I will joyfully carry
This cross I must bear.
This cross comes with pain,
Rejection, and hate,
But it's through this same cross
I received love so great.
The priveledge is mine,
Tho worthy I'm not,
To suffer for Him,
Through His blood I was bought.
May I live in His will,
Never grow weary, or rest.
For me, He gave all;
How could I give Him less?