The Climb

Without thought I scale a mountain of my own making

Bloody knuckled I cling to its face

Scratching & clawing my way a further up

I cannot see the top

Instinctively I push forward

Loud, familiar voices scream to press on

My companions, selfwill, pride & fear urge me

Then I recognize Your presence

Soothing & calming, Your quiet voice says let go

I release my grip in faith 

I do not plummet, I rise

You carry me to new heights

Thank You

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