"But there's a cool green path," I said, "Let me walk there 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 its weight, I carried my cross, you know."
"But," I said, "I wish there were friends with me
who would make my way their own." "Ah, yes" he said, "Gethsemane, was hard to face alone."
And so I climbed the stony path, content at last to know that where my Master had not gone,
I would not need to go.
And strangely then I found new friends, the burden grew less sore. As I remembered . . . long ago he went that way before.
