by Gloria Brewster
We carry our crosses
each day that we walk
through the hidden valley
midst the mud and the rock.
Each new day is a challenge
from morning to dusk;
it's our responsibility
to take time to rest.
Few can understand
the burden we bear;
how can they even hope too
they've never been there.
I believe that we're chosen
by our Father above,
given the role as caregivers
to those that we love.
So let us be thankful
praise Him each day;
remember He's the potter;
we're only the clay.
Allow Him to mold us;
make of us what He wants;
vessels of honor
in His garden of life.
Trust this will be a blessing to each and everyone of you.
