Is there no other way open, God,
Except through sorrow, pain, and loss,
To stamp Christ's likeness on my soul--
No other way except the Cross?
And then a voice stills all my soul
As stilled the waves of Galilee,
"Can'st thou not bear the furnace heat
If amidst the flames I walk with thee?"
"I bore the cross. I know its weight.
I drank the cup I hold for thee.
Can'st thou not follow where I lead?
I'll give thee strength. Lean hard on me."
--Author unknown
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