Strong Legs

A man believed his legs were strong,
They'd carried him this far.
Through difficulties, great and small,
Without leaving a scar.

He took each step with confidence,
And never knew defeat.
Then he looked back on his journey
When his life was complete.

In his wake were many pitfalls,
A strange sight to behold.
He saw pot holes and stumbling blocks,
Where once lay streets of gold.

He asked the Lord how this could be,
"This path I don't recall."
It was an unfamiliar road,
Which he knew not at all.

"My son," the Lord said, "can't you see?
You were not on your own.
Faced with your greatest obstacles,
You did not walk alone."

"I was there when you were weary,
And would not let you fall.
I helped you past your obstructions,
And over every wall."

The man began to understand,
Then looked back on his road.
Many times he would have stumbled,
Had God not born his load.

For when his strength began to fail,
Bled dry from every limb,
He fell into God's open arms,
And the Lord carried him.

When the greatest hearts grow weary,
And their mighty legs fall.
From there they shall be carried by
The strongest legs of all.