The Beam

As you feel the weight,
Of the beam on your shoulder,
Let the experience translate,
Into love for Christ, your upholder.

For we drink but a drop,
From the cup Jesus drained.
He came down from up top,
To with our sin be chained.

The world He came to save,
Met Him with hatred and malice.
Yet still His life He gave,
As He downed death’s cruel chalice.

He took on His back,
The sin of the whole world.
At His flesh, sin did hack,
As God’s wrath on Him was hurled.

Yet though He was beaten,
Crucified, buried and entombed,
By worms His flesh was not eaten,
For by His own death, death He consumed.

Christ rose back to life in three days;
He’s the firstborn of the dead.
For those who trust, their ransom He pays;
Now no longer death do we dread.

Although just as our Lord,
Faced much trouble down here,
The world’s hate for Him, on us is poured,
As our allegiance to Him is made clear.

For no servant is above,
The station of their master.
So as we shine forth Christ’s love,
This fallen realm hurls back disaster.

But as surely as we,
In this life will have trouble,
Jesus will our peace be,
And He’ll carry us through the struggle.

For the Kingdom of Heaven,
Has invaded this earth.
The Lord will remove all sin’s leaven,
And fill the world with pleasure and mirth.

Though we still feel the beam,
Push down on our back,
Things are not as they seem;
It’s Christ who presses the attack.

All sin and corruption,
Will one day be gone.
Christ started an irruption,
Of life breaking forth into new dawn.

So carry your cross,
In the strength God provides.
Suffering for Christ is not loss;
He uses it to heal what sin divides.