The Road is Rough

Today, I am going to post one of my all time favorite poems.  I memorized it when I was 17 years old and it has stayed with me all my life.  It is something that I think of and review when the trials seem greater than I can bear.  Tonight, I went with Miracle to New Beginnings at the Taylor Stake Center.  It was such a good meeting and much of it was on trials and heartaches and enduring to the end.  We all have a rough road.  I pray that you may recognize that you never walk it alone.

The Road Is Too Rough

by  Olga J. Weiss

“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 road does not climb.”

“My burden,” I said, It is far too great;
How can I bear it so?”
“My child,” said He, “I remember its weight,
I carried My cross, you know.

But I said, “I wish there were friends with me,
Who would make my way their own.”
“Ah, yes,” He said, “Gethsemane
Was hard to face alone.”

And so I climbed 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 remembered—long ago,
He went that way before.