Poem – Splinters From the Cross

Cross of ChristLittle headaches, little heartaches, little griefs of everyday

Little trials and vexations, how they throng around our way!

One great Cross, immense and heavy, so it seems to our weak will,

Might be borne with resignation, but these many small ones kill.

Many tiny drops of water blending make the mighty seas

Let us not then by impatience mar the beauty of the whole.

But the love of Jesus bear all in the silence of the soul.

Asking Him for grace sufficient, to sustain us through each loss

And to treasure each small offering as a splinter from His Cross.