He is with us on the hills we climb,
(Often feeling like mountains to us)
Hills we cannot avoid,
Hills of our own making,
The hills thrust upon us.
The demands and pressures we face,
Those things we must do,
The struggles in our mind,
Neverending repeated tasks of the day,
He is with us on the hills we must climb.
In the valleys that appear
To have no end anytime soon,
The tunnels where the light
Seems very distant indeed,
The days that feel so full of travelling
With no arrival in sight.
Our Desert Son is used to these hills,
The potholed lanes and winding paths,
The transfiguring climbs and
The calvary roads, these ways of life.
He knows the hills we must climb,
And never leaves us to travel alone.