The battle is hot, the load is heavy, often sighs
you tired, I can no longer hold
but only once you will clear ,
as necessary below the cross was here.
On hard stone by the roadside, tired
sits a pilgrim and a staff in his hand.
He can not go, he's too dull,
because he has to wear so much heavy.
Still, he looks in the mind the way he came, he began
once so glorious in the sunshine.
Now he thinks back to silent melancholy.
Is it in ruins, what once was his happiness.
Nothing is left to him, poor and alone, he must
into old age.
cramping Since the heart is composed of woe,
my God, why must I go this route?
And the thought and the senses,
run it hot from the cheek the tears. But
is gradually's still in the chest,
he is a child of God conscious.
why he looks up to the heights of faith, there will
's clarify what I do not understand here.
He grasps the bar with a heavy gear,
moves to the lodge it there with the mountain slope.
Sets tired from walking to rest himself,
still attracts so many through his mind.
on all his concerns and what he complained
in a dream God himself gave him the answer.
He sees himself as a pilgrim and a staff in his hand,
wander from place to place, in the pilgrim garb.
The goal of his hope is that city,
God, the Lord himself has founded.
And on his back he carries a cross, is The
the burden that God imposes upon him. He wanders
brave, the goal waved off, and already boasts
the city like a golden star.
say And the sun burns the cross pushes hard
he must rest again, he can not.
There is a yes Hut jewelry so and small,
as he takes off his cross and suspended fine.
When he wants to go on the road, because provides a saw
he stand by his side.
He thinks the cross is too long and too hard to cut off
you something, does not put up more's.
said than done, now it was easier to load.
He thinks, as well, that you've sawed off's.
Now walking is comfortable and light,
is now achieved the goal much faster.
Soon he sees the city already standing in front of him,
how wonderful and beautiful to look at it is.
A ditch separates it from just the city, but has no
the bridge.
He walks along, he looks and thinks, but he never
Findt a bridge.
That reminds him of the cross on his back,
can perhaps' be a bridge for him now.
He takes it and pushes's her over the ditch, but is
's too short, it is no longer enough.
is missing the piece that he cut.
'd Ah, but I do not, he sighs deeply moved.
Now I stand here so close to the target
And can not go because I do not crucify liked.
He cries, he cries, he accuses himself, because he
fault that is now the city is not he.
Da, still a pilgrim who is also a Cross contends that
which he sawed off but nothing.
who comes to digging, pushing cross drüberhin
and goes to town with a cheerful sense.
Since thinks our pilgrims, but I want to see, whether
about it that I can go away. He is joined
- alas, it crashes.
With a shock he is awake.
He looks around the room, he is still here,
my God, I sincerely thank you.
It was only a dream, but the fear and anguish
I would not duplicate costs.
I see now on my cross as a divine Was'
saw and by the same now no more.
So it must be, as the Father does it.
go And the way through trouble and night.
I wait in silence, wearing affliction and suffering:
It's only bridge to glory.
And you, who still wear a cross,
want and cut it by adding it saw tuned
Do not do it, because it is a divine, Gave
you saw only the divine blessing from you.
(author unknown)
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