The Walk by Gary R. Ferris
One day while I was walking,
All worried, with fear and lost;
I thought of things I had done,
And began to know the cost.
My troubles seemed so hopeless,
And life for me seemed through;
If I could only find a way,
To make my past brand new.
As I walked a little further,
A gray old man appeared;
He asked me what a smile was worth,
As the wind whipped through his beard.
I said, â€œold man you just donâ€™t know,
The troubles I have seen;
My heart is full of sorrow,
And my soul will never be cleanâ€.
â€œThings I have done,
No decent man would do;
The sins I once enjoyed,
Have made my life so blueâ€.
The old man kind of chuckled,
Then began to grin;
He said, â€œSon let me walk with you,
And tell you about sinâ€.
He said, â€œ I threw some rocks once,
That shed a lot of blood;
I took a lot of good people,
And smeared them in the mudâ€.
â€œAt one time, I had a lot of money,
But miss used it all;
I stole from widows and poor people,
To make myself look tallâ€.
â€œI hurt and mistreated folks,
Who never were un-kind;
Iâ€™ve been to jail several times,
And once was even blindâ€.
â€œSo donâ€™t tell me of troubles,
And sorrows you canâ€™t stand;
My name is Paul, I cannot help,
But I know of one who canâ€.
â€œSo let Him know your troubles,
For He will never tell;
He has already paid the price,
So you wonâ€™t go to hellâ€.