A FRIEND OF GALILEE

There are those who walk alone
Along a road toward death,
Who struggle on with courage bold,
Yet lose with every breath.
They go along with heads bent low
And sweat upon their brow;
They pray for death and hope
It brings a little peace somehow.

There's no future for them below;
They live because they're living.
Passing people only scowl,
While words of kindness should be giving.
Oh! the life a man would live
If lived without a friend;
Still people wonder why he hopes
And prays for the end.

He has no money now or friends,
And his health is failing fast;
He thinks back when he had those things,
But those days he knows are past.
He doesn't realize he is bound
Or know he can be free;
He doesn't know the one friend left,
The friend of Galilee.

If you walk along this road
And you haven't met this man,
I want you to meet this friend,
And here is how you can.
Humbly come before Him now,
Tho' proud you seem to feel,
Be sorry and forsake your sins,
And you will know He's real.

Tho' He's the one who made
This world and all that is above,
He's not too proud to meet you,
That you might share his love.
He's not too proud to meet now
And meet you personally;
He'll give you joy and peace
And life eternally.

Never again need you walk alone
On that road which leads to death;
Instead you'll live for Jesus Christ
And praise Him every breath.
I used to walk this road of death,
Unhappy as could be,
But now I walk with a Friend of mine,
A Friend from Galilee.