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29 Nov

I traveled down a lonely road,
And no one seemed to care,
The burden on my weary back,
Had bowed me to despair,
I oft complain to Jesus,
How folks were treating me,
And then I heard Him say so tenderly,
“My feet were also weary,
Upon the Calvary road;
The cross became so heavy,
I fell beneath the load,
Be faithful weary pilgrim
the morning I can see,
Just lift your cross and follow close to me.

“I work so hard for Jesus,”
I often boast and say,
“I’ve sacrificed a lot of things,
To walk the narrow way,
I gave up fame and fortune;
I’m worth a lot to the Thee,”
And then I hear Him gently say to me,
“I left the throne of glory,
And counted it but loss,
My hands were nailed in anger,
Upon on a cruel cross,
But now we’ll make the journey,
With your hand safe in mine,
So lift your cross and follow close to me.

Oh, Jesus if I die upon,
A foreign field some day,
‘Twould be no more than love demands,
No less could I repay,
“No greater love hath mortal man,
Than for a friend to die,”
These are the words He gently spoke to me,
If just a cup of water,
I place within your hand,
Then just a cup of water,
Is all that I demand,
But if by death to living,
They can thy glory see,
I’ll take my cross and follow close to thee.

– Ira F. Stanphill

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Posted by on November 29, 2007 in Christology

 

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