THE ROAD
Travelling along life's highway,
a
moving,
crowding throng,
The march of life unceasing,
humanity stumbling on"
Some
are seeking pleasure,
seeking they know not where,
And ever in their searching,
sinking to despair;
Others look for treasure and power that will not last,
Trampling down their fellows,
gold within their grasp,
All else seems as nothing,
on to power through greed,
Leaving the sick and sorrowing,
suffering and in need;
Some are journeying onward,
seeking inward peace,
From their cares and burdens finding no release;
Others finding great success in worldly things
about,
And having thus attained them,
the bottom of life falls out.
Along the road there travels One whom few will heed,
Some can feel His presence,
all His blessing need;
One who can truly guide
them,
and yet they pass Him by,
He watches all this
marching throng with sad and wistful eye;
He sees the curse of
selfishness,
the horror of our greed,
He hears the cry of hungry ones suffering and in need;
How long,
O God,
how long,
He asks,
will humanity go on
In blinded folly,
sin and shame,
again He cries: How long?
And thus it is from day today as time goes passing by,
We seek that which is futile and leave to rust,
to die,
Oh,
if we knew the golden rule
and taught it by our lives,
He would not feel 'twas all
in vain,
His wondrous sacrifice;
Union blessed with love to all,
unselfish service given,
Will help us all along the
road end here we shall find heaven;
And sweet the smiling face of Him as watching us go by
Along the great wide road
of life that leads to God on high.
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