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.....