Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through,
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
Rest for the laborer, light on the way,
Grace for the trial, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
With faltering step and slow;
My load seemed very heavy
And long the way to go.
And as I glanced his way,
I saw that he, too, carried,
His burdens through the day.
I lited half his load;
My own seemed strangely lighter
As we trudged down the road.
