Splinters From the Cross
Little headaches, little heartaches
Little griefs of every day,
Littler trials and vexations,
How they throng around our way!
One great cross, immense and heavy,
So it seems to our weak will,
Might be born with resignation,
But these many small ones kill.
Yet all life is formed of small things,
Little leaves, make up the trees,
Many tiny drops of water
Blending, make the mighty seas,
Let us not then by impatience
Mar the beauty of the whole,
But for love of Jesus bear all
In the silence of our soul,
Asking Him for grace sufficient
To sustain us through each loss,
And to treasure each small offering
As a splinter from His Cross.
- Author Unknown
Laetare Sunday is coming up. Midway of Lent. Let us rejoice and be glad, Christ died for our sins.