I walked the road of grief,
or more like I tried.
I stumbled and fell,
lay down and cried.
A brother came by and said:
"Get up and walk friend! Why lie in the dirt?"
I told Him I couldn't stand,
my heart had been hurt.
He knelt down beside me
and let me get it out.
Then He calmly told me
what this life is about:
"Walk the road of grief,
don't let it walk all over you.
Lean on Me,
because that's what friends do."
I told Him I couldn't,
He told me, "You can."
Then He stood
and gave me His hand.
He gave me His hand,
then gave me His shoulder.
Still I limped,
but kept moving forward.
