LIFE’S ROAD.
O the road seems long and devious
That our weary feet have trod,
Struggling, struggling, ever struggling,
Till we rest beneath the sod.
Dark and hidden is life’s pathway,
We have sought for it in vain;
But have fallen by the wayside,
Overcome by grief and pain.
And our feet are bruised and bleeding,
And life’s burdens are so great
That we fain would give up trying,
And be governed aye by fate.
All life’s road seems filled with shadows,
In despair we kiss the rod;
Then we see that road leads upward
From the depths, e’en up to God.