CROSSBEARERS "The road is too rough, I said; It is uphill all the way; No flowers, but thorns instead; And the skies over head are gray." But One took my hand at the entrance dim, And sweet is the road that I walk with Him. "The cross is too great I cried! More than the back can bear, So rough and heavy and wide, And nobody by to care." And One stooped softly and touched my hand: "I know. I care. And I understand." "Then why do we fret and sigh; Cross-bearers all we go; But the road ends by and by In the dearest place we know, And every step in the jorney we May take in the Lord's own company." Unknown Author - Taken from Streams in the Desert -Vol II O my God, teach me, when the shadows have gathered, that I am only in a tunnel. It is enough for me to know that it will be all right some day. I love to tell the story of God's miracles. How His strength and guidance has brought me this far. The dark places and tunnels that we all must travel through in this life, are always brightened by His Guiding Light, if we only will stop and look for Him. My friend Troy made the button and bar. TROY'S POETRY Photography by Eve HOME