You don't know me.
I wrote this for whoever needed it most today.
And somehow that's you —
which I don't think is an accident.

There's a cross in front of you.
The weight you've been pretending isn't there —
the one you'd put down if you could.
He sees it. And I see it too.

He carried His for you.
Not to take yours away —
but so you'd know yours is survivable.
So you'd know you never carry it alone.

So pick it up.
I believe you can carry this.
He's already at the heavy end with you.

The cross is yours. The strength is His.