I walked today where JESUS walked, in days of long ago. I wandered down each path HE knew, with reverence step and slow. Those little lanes they have not changed-a sweet peace fills the air. I knelt where JESUS knelt, where all alone HE prayed. The garden of Gethsemane-my heart felt unafraid. I picked my heavy burden up, and with HIM by my side, I climbed the hill of Calvary where on the cross HE died.
