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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