My promises

I never promised sunshine and roses

Or that things would not get tough

I never promised that you would not be hurt

That you wouldn’t feel any pain

Or that tears would no longer be shed

If you would take up your cross and follow Me

People will hate you

Beat you, kill you

Sometimes there will seem to be hopeless

That you should just give up

If you choose to be with Me

For life with Me isn’t lived on a sofa

With bowls of ice-cream and soda

But it is a scarred and broken Hallelujah

For I will lead you up high and down low

Across beautiful fields and stormy seas

Through chasms and raging infernos

But I promise to always be there

If you would only take My hand and follow Me

{Photos are from Pixabay}

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