The shadows of darkness are the shade on the road leading to our heavenly home

Poem from "Streams in the Desert" (May 8)

"The road is rough, " I said;
   "It is uphil all the way;
No flowers, but thorns instead;
   And the skies overhead are grey."
But One took my hand and 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 near to care."
And One stooped softly and touched my hand;
"I know. I care. And I understand."

Then why do we fret and cry;
   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.