Too Rough and Too Heavy
“The road is too rough,” I said;
“It is uphill all the way;
No flowers but thorns instead;
And the skies overhead are gray.”
But one took my hand at the entrance dim,
And sweet is the road that I walk with Him.
“The cross is too great,” I cried –
“More than the back can bear,
So rough and heavy and wide,
And nobody by to care.”
And one stooped softly and touched my hand:
“I know. I care. I understand.”
Then why do we fret and sigh;
Cross-bearers all we go:
But the road ends by-and-by
In the dearest place we know,
And every step in the journey we
May take in the Lord’s own company.
~found on p. 131 of Streams in the Desert, by Charles E. Cowman
“Ye shall not need to fight in this battle: set yourselves, stand ye still, and see the salvation of the LORD with you… for the LORD will be with you.”
II Chronicles 20:17