(One of The Best Christmas Poems We Have Ever Read.)
“Two Journeys” - by Rob Trishman
“Two Journeys” - by Rob Trishman
The journey to the manger
The journey to the cross
One led to the start of life
The other, to its loss.
Each journey was filled with pain,
Both His, and His mother's.
Her pain so she could bear Him,
His pain to bear up others.
Each journey was filled with doubt
Why were all the inn rooms taken?
He cried for help in that dark hour.
Had God His Son forsaken?
Each journey had rejection
Unwelcome in any place.
Nowhere for them to stay and rest.
Crowds spitting in his face.
Because of these two journeys,
He knows hard roads we take.
The pain, doubt, and rejection,
And how our hearts will ache.
He meets us on the thorny path,
In lonely times of fear,
In soul-crushing uncertainty,
Remember, He is near.
The journey to His death,
And the journey to His birth
Both difficult, but completed
Because of our souls’ worth.
And thus our mortal journey
So difficult to face.
Yet He who said, ‘I am the way’
Carries us with His grace.
