I have born the cross given me. I have walked a straight and narrow way. Often I have faltered, but I have pressed on. Now  age and years have found me. My body grows weak and my spirit wanders. I long for rest but little can be found. The weight of life's burdens weighs on my brow. I have lifted many a fellow traveler from the wayside, but now I long to see the journeys end. The battles have been fought with kindness and not the edge of a sword. The enemy makes it seem so easy to give in, but I know that to abandon one lost soul is not an option. I must save as many as I can. Through kindness and courage, I press on. Each day more difficult than the next. I grow weary of the journey, but it is my path alone to walk. Perhaps over the next hill I will find my rest.