Along The Way

I have at times condemned the good that came to me

And sometimes I have made another bear the cross

At times I stood and watched them struggle to their feet

At times I sat, a man, and judged a woman's loss.

But sometimes I've been forced to bear a stranger's cross

Or volunteered my veil to cool a fevered face

Winced to watch them fall again; helpless watched them pass

And wept for those of whom no others wished a trace.

Then too I grow impatient with His stumbling pace.

I have for fear the truth stripped bare with my bared hands

Have high the hammer raised and held the nail in place

Have pointed at a sufferer and called Him bad

And yet if this be so then I may hold Him too

With love to lay Him to rest and hope His words are true.

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