Classic Poem

He saw them tasked with heavy burthens all,
Bowed down and weary 'neath the heavy load;
With none their faltering footsteps home to call,
Or point them out the strait and narrow road;
His spirit bore their burthens as his own,
He healed the sick, restored the sightless eyes;
He heard the mourner for a loved one moan,
And bid the dead from out the grave arise;
In him the spirit ever rests secure,
For there is one to ease its struggling grief;
Oh seek the rest that ever shall endure,
And you shall find in him the true relief;
And join with him to succor the distrest,
And be like him forever by them blest.