I carried my cross to the foot of Calvary
While you carried yours to the top
I cried bitter tears over the injustices of my life
While you bled valiantly for all that was lost
I carried my hurts like a badge
So scornfully proud and spiritually poor
While you rose to the heights of your exalted throne
Perfected, ennobled and infinitely more
You are so high
And I am so low
I consent to climb to Calvary's top
I consent to be lifted to your throne
- Cathryne Allen
