I labored with a heavy load,
filled with anxiety and care;
My shoulders sagged, as did my soul,
the burden was too great to bear.
Afar, a brother watched my struggle,
making no effort to come near;
Shouting instead, "Cheer up, fella,
the day is all sunny and clear."
I stumbled on doing my best,
the end of the road to make.
Wanting to be strong in this test—
lest under my great load I break.
Then I felt another at my side,
he placed his hand gently on me;
Not an empty word did he speak,
and his tears flowed warmly and free.
I began to regain lost strength
the hour I felt my brother's hand;
And saw the tears flow from his eyes—
convinced that he did understand.
