Traveling down
A lonely highway
I knew not
Where the road would end
Not a penny
In my pocket
All alone
Without a friend
In a little
Country village
I met a man
And he was blind
And as I helped him
Cross the highway
Oh, Lord
I cried his burdens
Are greater than mine
I can see the light of day
I need not feel my way
Yes, his burdens
Are greater than mine
Met a lad
While on my travels
Trying hard
To play the game
Though his leg
Was very crippled
And he could not
Speak his name
Yet, he smiled
In understanding
Though life to him
Had been unkind
And as I watched
I cried in sorrow
Oh, Lord
I see his burdens
Are greater than mine
I can speak my name aloud
Make my way among the crowd
Yes, his burdens
Are greater than mine
Just by chance
I passed a graveyard
I saw a young man
Kneeling there
In his hands
There were some roses
On his lips
There was a prayer
On a stone
These words were written
"Your soul is God's
Your memory mine'
And as I watched
I cried in sorrow
Oh, Lord
I see his burdens
Are greater than mine