I had this on my vanity mirror throughout my teens. I wasn't religious or even a church goer. But it made me feel I should be who I wanted to be and not follow the crowd. To this day I still love it.
The Road Is Too Rough:
by Olga J. Weiss
โThe road is too rough,โ I said, โDear Lord, there are stones that hurt me so.โ
And He said, โDear child, I understand,
I walked it long ago.โ
โBut thereโs a cool, green path,โ I said. โlet me walk there for a time.โ
โNo, child,โ He gently answered me, โThe green road does not climb.โ
โMy burden,โ I said, It is far too great; how can I bear it so?โ
โMy child,โ said He, โI remember its weight, I carried My cross, you know."
But I said, โI wish there were friends with me, who would make my way their own.โ
โAh, yes,โ He said, โGethsemane was hard to face alone.โ
And so I climbed the stony path,
Content at last to know. That where my Master had not gone, I would not need to go.
And strangely then I found new friends, The burden grew less sore; And I rememberedโlong ago, He went that way before.