As I travel 'ore lifes' road-
Grumbling because of my load-
I feel the pain hit my back-
From the weight within my pack-
I stub my toe upon a stone-
And came so close to the cursing zone-
My legs are hurting from the walk-
And when I sleep they seem to mock-
My arms, my feet, my head aches too-
I've reached the end; what shall I do?
Life must be done! Down the road I mope-
I'm finished, I'm done, there is no hope-
Then the Master whispers to me-
My child, you're blind, you cannot see-
You've been too long now in this pit-
Gave up with no fight, you just quit-
So get upon your feet right now-
Have faith, work, sweat upon your brow-
I'll bring you through the raging flood-
For you are mine bought with the blood-
Rejoice my child, get down life's road-
And I'll be the One to carry your load.

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