Mountain

With a rock underfoot, and trees all around,

I walked.

Sun low in the sky, almost touching horizon,

peaks of far off cliffs hidden behind the slightest cloud cover,

I moved forward.

Gravel in my shoes, dirt under my finger nails,

feet aching, as shoes dug in deeper with each step;

stop.

Breathe.

March onward, to the peak of the highest mountain,

with great fervor, and little fear.

'Do not fret, I am with you'

He said, and forward I moved, with no abandon.

I felt His spirit in every gust of wind;

saw His hand on every miraculously formed stone.

With every step I got a little closer,

pushing on toward my final goal.

His steady hand guided me,

held me, whispering in my ear, 'I'll never let go.'

And as I reached the top, I knew it was true;

He will never let go.

He will never let go.