“I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me” (John 14:6).
I journeyed down a dusty road,
A road I’d traveled times before,
The cares of life a heavy load
I sought to clear for evermore.
An old man, feeble, passed my way.
He stumbled, fell upon his knee.
I took his hand and heard him say,
“Please help me, sir, I cannot see.”
We trod together down that track.
I was his guide, his way to home.
We said farewell, I left his shack
And turned again the path to roam.
Two young men quarreled loud and long
O’er matters deep and questions hard.
One must be right the other wrong.
Each sought opinions strong to guard.
When soon they sought from me the truth
I spoke with glee for I well knew
These questions were but those of youth.
I gave them both the answers true.
Soon darkness fell upon that trail
And slowly passed a family small.
From some a sob, from some a wail
Grief surely had o’ercome them all.
The father held a child so sick,
So frail, it seemed she soon would die.
He motioned, “Doctor, please come quick!”
In hopes I could their need supply.
I studied long and soon I found
The cause of this girl’s hurt and pain.
And to the family did expound
The remedy she could obtain.
They thanked me o’er and o’er again.
Hope was restored, a bright outlook.
They turned to start for home but then
Fell from the father’s sack a book.
I picked it up and peered inside,
A book I’d never read before.
Its words unique, each one supplied
A picture I could not ignore.
It spoke of me and all my need.
But did not hopeless leave me here.
For God from heaven did proceed
To journey long, my sins to clear.
I pointed others to the way.
To some the source of life was I.
To searching minds did I convey
The truth that seemed to satisfy.
But I have not the eyes to see.
‘Tis I the truth that did not know.
I never had the guarantee
Of life eternal here below.
“I need the answer, Lord” I cried,
“For I am dead, I’ve gone astray.”
Then from the pages He replied,
“I am the truth, the life, the way.”