This is My Cross

As the Poor becomes poorer
the nails are getting deeper
As they cry out and perish
the thorns begin to pierce.
The blood of Christ is shed
when people scavenge for bread.
The Cross becomes heavy
when they're treated unjustly.
When we succumb to indifference,
to the needy across our fence,
Our Lord becomes weary
and dragged once more to Calvary.
Christ calls us once again
that heaven we may gain
To follow Him
we must dare
To carry the cross
and SHARE.