I stood before a mountain and wanted a hill,
I faced the uphill hike accepting your will.
Pressing forward I faced treacherous terrene,
The journey you gave, held heartache and pain.
My feet on the trail kept moving with trust,
My heart held a prayer, help me
do what I must.
Onward and upward I walked every day,
your guidance as I went on my way.
At times I felt tired and I sat in despair,
Feeling alone as though no one did care.
There as I struggled, I felt your hand,
You lifted me up, and again I did stand.
Not my will but thine I said as I walked,
You stayed by my side and together we talked.
Touching my heart with all of your love,
You called my attention, to my goal above.
The top of the mountain was there
in my sight,
I knew I could reach if I followed your light.
I kept going and at last found my place,
The top of my mountain I reached through your grace.
Kneeling I thanked you for all that I knew,
For as I pressed forward, I became more like you.
The mountain and all it required of me,
Was the path of refinement that set my soul free!
Written by Michelene Glasson