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Too Tough
A Poem For Mary

Topic : Christ, empathetic

Too Tough

“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 path does not climb.”

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

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

And so I climb 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 remember—long ago
He went that way before.

Olga J. Weiss

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A Poem For Mary

A Poem For Mary

What happened to the little boy I knew?
I must have missed something, the way that he grew.
Though I loved him, there seemed to be more.
Among the other boys, He had good rapport.
As I giggled and laughed, He did his little boy things.
But when He was hurt, to my heart did He bring,
Comfort and joy, was that the feeling?
A precious baby was to me that day born.
But now that He's grown, they laugh him to scorn.
Come Jesus, come now, come here to me.
Come now, come here let us flee.
I will take you to places much better to be.
Greater love hath no man; you-ve proved it to me.
But there, there you are as I look to your tree.
It's here that they-ve brought you, to this Cal-va-ry.
Oh your love did I cherish and keep for my own.
But now to the world, your love is made known!
By Lanny Ketchum

 



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