Journeys are deceiving things.
The road goes on and on.
You think it will never end.
And suddenly it does.
Jesus knew your struggle.
He went before you,
dragging a deadweight of wood
while the road climbed
beneath a burning sun.
Your cross grew heavier
with every year and finally
with every step. But at the end
The Lord stood, waiting.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him.
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