In His Steps
"The road is too rough," I said. "Dear Lord, there are stones that hurt me so." And he said, "Dear child, I understand, I walked it long ago."

"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.