"THE PATH"
In this world so ill afflicted-
Winds a path o'er rocky ground;
Treading through the thorn and thicket,
Heading onward, homeward bound.
Tho' the route be long and weary,
Stop we often there to pray;
Be the journey ever dreary,
God will guide us on our way.
Through the fog and mist there resting-
With a trail so scantly seen,
All our faith is put to testing-
By dear God who reigns supreme.
So, when the road has reached an ending,
Where we meet the one we love,
Then we've carved a path ascending
To our Father up above!
William E. Hardison
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