"The road is 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 is 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, "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," said He, "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 as I remembered--long ago,
He went that way before.

 PYD Tip:

He is good, know that he loves you.
Trust him, fear not, have cofidence
be at peace with yourself.