Classic Poem

Lord, carry me. — Nay, but I grant thee strength
To walk and work thy way to Heaven at length. —

Lord, why then am I weak? — Because I give
Power to the weak, and bid the dying live. —

Lord, I am tired. — He hath not much desired
The goal, who at the starting-point is tired. —

Lord, dost Thou know? — I know what is in man;
What the flesh can, and what the spirit can. —

Lord, dost Thou care? — Yea, for thy gain or loss
So much I cared, it brought Me to the Cross. —

Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. —
Good is the word; but rise, for life is brief.

The follower is not greater than the Chief:
Follow thou Me along My way of grief.