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 theres 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 me who 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 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; And I remember - long ago he went that way before
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