I traveled down a lonely road and no one seemed to care. The burden on my weary back had bowed me to despair. I oft complained to Jesus how folks were treating me, And then I heard Him say so tenderly: My feet were also weary upon the Calvary Road. The Cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load! Be faithful weary pilgrim, the morning I can see. Just lift your cross and follow close to me. Ira Stanphill |
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