This mountain, Lord, is rugged and steep
I find it nigh impossible to climb;
A fierce, relentless storm impedes my way
And causes me to lose all presence of mind.
The tempests of helplessness, frustrations,
Sickness, Alzheimers, remorse, and guilt,
I find to my horror are violently strong
Threatening to destroy everything I've built.
I feel you have forgotten me, Lord,
My spirit is cast down, I'm filled with woe;
I'm climbing this mountain seemingly all alone
Scared of falling off the precipice below.
You have promised me in your Holy Book
That you'd not give me more than I can handle;
I'm taking you at your word to give me
Strength to go through and surmount this hurdle.
What can I do to rise above my circumstances,
To climb this mountain of heartaches I face?
There's nothing I can do but wait and hope
In my God in whom I shall yet praise.
While waiting and resting in your love, Lord,
You've come and given me a bundle of miracles;
You've renewed my strength and health of countenance
And given me the courage to face all obstacles.
You've made my poor lame feet like hinds' feet
To climb life's steep and rugged mountains;
You've set me upon my high places
With crystal springs and living fountains.
Yes, you gave me a mountain, Lord,
But you also gave me the assurance
That you'd be with me each step of the way
Comforting me with your loving presence.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004