Complainingly I told myself, “this cross is too heavy to wear.”
And I wondered discontentedly why God gave it to me to bear.

And I looked with envy at others whose crosses seemed lighter than mine
And wished that I could change my cross for one of a lighter design.

And then, in a dream, I beheld the cross I impulsively wanted to wear,
It was fashioned of pearls and diamonds and gems that were precious and rare.

And when I hung it around my neck the weight of the jewels and the gold
Was much too heavy and cumbersome for my small, slender neck to hold

So I tossed it aside and before my eyes was a cross of rose-red flowers
And I said with delight as I put it on, “this cross I can wear for hours”

For it was so dainty and fragile, so lovely and light and thin,
But I had forgotten about the thorns that started to pierce my skin

And then in my dream I saw “my cross,” rugged and old and plain,
That clumsy old cross I had looked upon with discontented disdain.

And at last I knew that God had made this “special cross for me,”
For God in His great wisdom knew what I before could not see,

That often the loveliest crosses are the heaviest crosses to bear,
For only God is wise enough to choose the cross we can wear.

So never complain about YOUR CROSS, for your cross has been blessed,
God made it JUST FOR YOU to wear and remember, GOD KNOWS BEST

~Author Unknown~