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'The road is rough' I said, 'dear Lord',
'There's stones that hurt me so';
And He said, 'Dear child I understand,
I walked it long ago...'
'But there is a cool green path' I said,
'Let me walk there for a time';
'No child,' He gently answered me
'The green road does not climb.'
'My burden' I said, 'is far too great,
How can I bear it so?'
'My child' said he, 'I remember it's weight,
I carried my cross you know.'
But said I, 'I wish there were friends with who would make my way their own.'
'Oh yes' he said, 'Gethsemane was hard to face alone.'
And so I walked that stony path
Content to know,
That where my master had not gone,
I would not need to go...
And strangely then I found my friends,
The burden grew less sore,
As I remembered long ago, that He had
Walked that way before...
(poem taken from President Harold B. Lee's talk - GCR 1964)

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