The Mountain

The Mountain

A mountain was before me;

A rugged rocky climb.

So I began the upward path

That steepened all the time.

My burdens were so heavy.

With great pain I faced the test.

I longed to turn back and descend;

To lay them down and rest.

“Don’t look back,” I heard His voice say.

“Yesterday is but a dream.

Lay its burdens at the water’s brink

And ford this mountain stream.”

And so the load was lighter. 

I was given strength anew.

The mountain would be mine now, 

For my purpose still was true.

But the sun bore down in torrents

Blinding me.  I couldn’t tell

Where the jagged rocks ahead lay.

I stumbled, then, and fell.

The everlasting arms were there

To catch me once again, 

And a reassuring voice said, 

“I understand the pain.”

“Do not fear the rugged path ahead 

Or shirk from the unknown;

For I will give you blessings

Where my sparkling sun has shone.”

So the burden of tomorrow

I left lying in the sun;

And the prospect of what was ahead

Became a hopeful one.

The mountain just got steeper.

The sun ne’er failed to shine.

But with each step my soul soared higher

And the mountain…it was mine!

My worries still remind me

From that rocky mountain side.

That burdens of another day

Are carried by my Guide.

He weaves mistakes of yesterday

Into tomorrow’s plan;

And I am not afraid to climb

When my Lord holds my hand!

By Cindy Colley

“Give me this mountain…”  Joshua 14:12