“When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near, when my light is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall, take my hand precious Lord, lead me home.”

Jesus’ journey to Calvary was dark, it was long, it was cruel, it was agonizing; and he could have called ten thousand angels, but he did not. He suffered bled and died for our sins. It was his cross to bear. Help us, Lord to bear our cross.