I met Him
on a highway,
I
sometimes traveled on.
Rarely
seeing anyone,
on the
highway called, Alone.
Passersby,
did just that,
as they
kept on their way.
So I
thought it strange,
as He
stopped to talk that day.
He joked
about the highway,
and the
roughness of the road.
Then He
asked if I went this way,
even with
a heavy load?
Yes I
said, many times and the highway,
makes me
more weary by the day.
Many times
I've wondered why,
as I
travel on my way.
Then He
asked, if He could carry,
the
heaviest of my load.
This
seemed so out of place,
on a rough
and weary road.
He said, every
day I walk this highway,
with the
weary and beaten down.
Willing to
carry what they will allow,
as I try
to keep them, from falling to the ground.
Many times
I offer,
and
sometimes I'm turned down.
Later, I
always find those,
crushed,
on the ground.
Strange I
said,
You willing
to help us , who walk alone?
Then as we
topped the last hill,
I turned
to thank Him, but my friend was gone.
As I
headed on,
my load
seemed lighter than before.
Was it
just my second wind?
Or was it
something more?
Now for
those who must travel,
The Alone
Highway.
Take
comfort my friends,
help is
waiting on the way!
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