O Father, listen—something is amiss.
Your Son assured me at the start
"My yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
And so I followed him.
Why have You brought me to this
massive timber cross?
It lies here solid,
hard across my path.
Up to now the way has seemed so clear.
Even the steep paths and winding valleys
have been prepared, well marked.
But Father, can't You see?
Beyond this barrier
