Return to Home Page Return to Poems Index The Road is Rough - The road is rough I said, dear Lord, There's 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 three 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 it's weight, I carried my cross you know. But I said I wish there were friends with who would make my way their own, Oh yes, he said, Gethsemene was hard to face alone. - And so I walked that stoney path Content to know, That where my master had not gone, I would not need to go... - And strangely then I found my friends, The burden grew less sore, As I remembered long ago, that He had Walked that way before..... - POEM TAKEN FROM HAROLD B. LEE'S TALK (CONFERENCE 1964)