On the Broken Road

The road is long and the way is step

O'er mountains high and valleys deep

It wends its way and while we weep

Through our tears we see the way.

The road's as narrow as it's long

On this broken road we travel on

It will either kill us or will make us strong

If we do not go astray.

There are challenges round every bend

On the road where we learn to depend

This road is a holy means to His end

And His will won't be denied

We're broken people one and all

On the broken road though we may fall

Though we may not walk we still can crawl

On our knees we will see out guide.

The broken road will break you

But then you will be made strong

The broken road will take you

To the home for which you long

You'll never make much headway till you lay down your heavy load

To find the path of glory we must walk the broken road.

The broken road is a road of grace where comfort is denied

There's no room for-in this place There's no place for foolish pride

The path will humble every man In its narrow twists and turns

If you would pass this way you must - your concerns

Anthony Foster

January 10, 2006