The Road is Rough
The road is rough, I said, dear Lord,
There's stones that hurt me so;
And he said, dear child, I understand,
I walked it long ago...
But there is a cool green path, I said,
Let me walk three for a time;
No child, He gently answered me,
The green road does not climb.
My burden, I said, is far too great,
How can I bear it so?
My child, said he, I remember it's weight,
I carried my cross you know.
But I said I wish there were friends with
who would make my way their own,
Oh yes, he said, Gethsemene
was hard to face alone.
And so I walked that stoney path
Content to know,
That where my master had not gone,
I would not need to go...
And strangely then I found my friends,
The burden grew less sore,
As I remembered long ago, that He had
Walked that way before.....