The Hills We Climb

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.

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