MY MOUNTAIN
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Every time I climb a mountain,
And I'm feeling very
proud,
Another one looms into
view,
And once again, I'm
cowed.
I cannot always
find the path,
Sometimes there isn't
any,
Often I must start from scratch,
And the hindrances are
many.
Rocks and
stones are in the way,
Sometimes I go around,
Some I can crawl
over,
I kick others from the
ground.
Brambles are a
nuisance,
But if I touch enough,
They're just an
inconvenience,
For my skin has grown
tough.
I ignore small
cuts and bruises,
They happen all the time,
They may halt me
for a moment,
Soon I resume my climb.
Sometimes friends
climb with me,
I'm more often on my own,
Should I trip and
hold them up,
They leave; I go on
alone.
If I slip, and I
do often,
I may sit down and cry,
Eventually I get
back up,
Give it another try.
Sometimes I move
in circles,
I just go 'round and
'round,
I don't make any
progress,
In fact, I may lose
ground.
Struggle -
struggle - struggle,
At last I reach the
crest,
I laugh aloud - no longer
cowed,
And I have found success.
My satisfaction is
short-lived,
As I realize I'm not
done,
For there looms another
mountain,
And it's a bigger one.
As long as God
will go with me,
And will let me take His
hand,
I vow I'll keep on
climbing,
'Til I reach His Promised
Land.
~ Virginia Ellis
~
© and used with permission
Ginny's
Place
