MY MOUNTAIN 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