Follow Me

I traveled down a lonely road and no one seemed to care.
The burden on my weary back Had bowed me to despair;
I oft' complained to Jesus How folks were treating me,
And then I heard Him say so tenderly,
"My feet were also weary, Upon the Calvary road;
The cross became so heavy, I fell beneath the load,
Be faithful weary pilgrim the morning I can see,
Just lift your cross and follow close to me."

"I work so hard for Jesus" I often boast and say
"I've sacrificed a lot of things To walk the narrow way,
I gave up fame and fortune, I'm worth a lot to thee"
And then I hear Him gently say to me,
"I left the throne of glory And counted it but loss,
My hands were nailed in anger Upon a cruel cross,
But now we'll make the journey With your hand safe in mine,
So lift your cross and follow close to me.

Oh Jesus if I die upon A foreign field someday,
'Twould be no more than love demands, No less could I repay,
"No greater love hath mortal man Than for a friend to die"
These are the words He gently spoke to me,
"If just a cup of water I place within your hand
Then just a cup of water is all that I demand.
But if by death to living They can thy glory see,
I'll take my cross and follow close to thee.

This was written by Ira F. Stanphill