Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 156 11 Fairly Easy ‘_Let go the Cross_'-GERTRUDE RUNSHON. I heard a strange voice in the distance calling As from a star an echo might be falling. It spoke four syllables, concise and brief, Charged with a God-sent message of relief: _Let go the cross_! Oh, you who cling to sorrow, Hark to the new command and comfort borrow. Even as the Master left His cross below And rose to Paradise, let go, let go. Forget your wrongs, your troubles and your losses, For with the tools of thought we build our crosses. Forget your griefs, all grudges and all fear And enter Paradise-its gates are near. Heaven is a realm by loving souls created, And hell was fashioned by the hearts that hated. Love, hope and trust; believe all joys are yours, Life pays the soul whose confidence endures, The blows of adverse fate, by larger pleasures, As after storms the soil yields fuller measures. Let go the cross; roll self-the stone-away And dwell with Love in Paradise to-day. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Forget your wrongs, your troubles and your losses, For with the tools of thought we build our crosses.