Too Tough

"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 path does not climb."

"My burden," I said, "Is far too great,How can I bear it so?""My child," He said, "I remember the weight;I carried My cross, you know."

But I said, "I wish there were friends with meWho would make my way their own.""Oh, yes," He said, "Gethsemane Was hard to bear alone."

And so I climb the stony path,Content at last to knowThat where my Master had not gone,I would not need to go.

And strangely then I found new friends,The burden grew less sore;And I remember&md;long agoHe went that way before.

Olga J. Weiss