The Way

As I journey through life without pausing,
I hear a voice calling out faintly,
Softly Intruding upon my living,
Offering a challenge to any listening,
“Take up your cross and follow me”

In my mind, stark visions appearing,
Of One who is much more than me.
My redemption bought by his suffering,
As he looks down into my soul calling,
“Take up your cross and follow me”

Softly echoing in my thoughts every day.
Unveiling my eyes that I might see.
Should I answer, or try to run away?
With loving patience he continues to say,
“Take up your cross and follow me”

O my Lord and my God I pray,
With your grace may I be born anew.
Please reshape me like the potter’s clay.
That I may hear you and joyously obey
And take up my cross and follow you.