I have at times condemned the good that came to me
And sometimes I have made another bear the cross
At times I stood and watched them struggle to their feet
At times I sat, a man, and judged a woman's loss.
But sometimes I've been forced to bear a stranger's cross
Or volunteered my veil to cool a fevered face
Winced to watch them fall again; helpless watched them pass
And wept for those of whom no others wished a trace.
Then too I grow impatient with His stumbling pace.
I have for fear the truth stripped bare with my bared hands
Have high the hammer raised and held the nail in place
Have pointed at a sufferer and called Him bad
And yet if this be so then I may hold Him too
With love to lay Him to rest and hope His words are true.