for Christ comforts and is my relief

I’m exhausted from crying
because of this dying
loss after loss
you did say, “pick up your cross”
I’m following, I am!
I’m doing the best I can
but that’s where your mercy
meets my failure conversely
for as I pick up my cross
I remember you picked up yours, too–what loss.
But there is gain and more
I’m given Christ to adore
He feels me and heals me
and considers my aching plea
I’m reminding I’m not alone in my grief
for Christ comforts and is my relief.