The Path Poem by James Casey

The Path

As I walk along the path of life
I have no shoes you see
As I walk along the path of life
Where's the God who's helping me?

As I walk along the path of life
Smooth stones have gone away
As I walk along the path of life
Sharp stones are here to stay

As I walk along the path of life
Blood from torn feet, Staining rocks so red.
As I walk along the path of life
Never finding peace, Someday I'll fall dead.

As I walk along the path of life
I'm sweating in the cold, shivering in the heat.
As I walk along the path of life
Looking with tearful eyes, at people that I meet

As I walk along the path of life
My heartbeat is slowing, sight is fading fast.
As I walk along the path of life
Someday I will rest, when I have breathed my last.


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