My Mountain of Faith
by Michelle Stace

The mountain of rock stairsteps to the sky;
It's bold rugged beauty appealing to eye.
Majestic it stands in the growing twilight;
Jutting peaks cast long shadows that fade in the night.
So many years I've gazed at this mountain;
Eyes tracing each line upward to heaven.
My climb of faith follows each rise and fall;
Life's trials and joys are etched in it's walls.
There's times I've been carried up sheer rocky towers;
Times I've crawled grasping under self's own power.
I've stood on a pinnacle on all overlooking;
Then fallen down slopes buised, bleeding, despairing.
There's days when it's clear, shiny and bright,
And bleak foggy days where one loses sight.
But there'll come a day when the summit is reached;
When God's work in me is finally complete.
Unceasing, untiring, I'm His to prepare;
Living or dying I'm under His care.


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