The Brunt Of The Cross

 The called of the Lord, are the ones who will stand..

To labour in the vineyard, like trees on the land.

An eternal inheritance, they all will receive..

As the gathering of sheep, to all who believe.


The ones who will bear, the brunt of the cross..

Are the lowly and the meek, whose lives are not lost.

The sacrifice of rising, to endure this race..

Will be


counted as a privilege, and garnered with grace.


The good things to come, are not for the weak..

For the soldiers of Jesus, by prayer they will seek.

Their hearts will be purged, and their minds be renewed..

As the veil be all lifted, to soothe every mood.


By faith they will sing, of that glorious day..

When the Lion and The Lamb, will both meet and say..

What a wonder to behold, all the virgins so wise..

As they all sit together, to worship heaven's prize.


Their labour be not in vain, nor their seed beg bread..

For the accomplishment of enduring, will be the stain of blood-red.

Henceforth and forever, they will never be alone..

As the Amen of the Lord, will strengthen every bone. 


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