I found this poem in an old book, The kind that feel good to touch, and smell of old.

Today on the road I met Him:
The very same Jesus who trod
The old, old lanes and highways
On His beautiful errands for God

I was troubled and heart-sick and weary
With a load too heavy to bear;
I cried aloud in my weakness
And suddenly He was there,

His gentle hand on my shoulder
Was lifting the burden from me,
And He dried mt tears, and I knew Him,
It was Jesus of Galilee:

No different at all from the Master
On the Jericho road that day;
No different at all from the Saviour
Along the Samaria way,

And I am so glad that I met Him!
I knelt and called out his name,
And I am so grateful I found Him
Unchanged and forever the same

G.N. Crowell, Songs of Hope, 1938

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