The Climb

The Climb

Mountains beckon the climbers and beg

to be scaled

Craggy tops glistening, taunting the leery,

the fearful and  frail

They’re majestic and awesome, luring the

adventurous and the brave

While mocking the oceans, with its depths 

and  great monstrous waves

The apex sits so silent, amidst its lofty,

aerie abode

Awaiting its next conquest, panting over

its pointy node

The climber strives for the top, with

ultimate precision

It's a quest toward the heavens, an

enduring decision
A comparison for the Saint, in the 
climb to find the Lord
We stretch and we reach, with a
 three-fold proven cord
His Blood, His Word and the power
of His Name
Keep us ever climbing toward His Spirit, and
the never-ending flame
The clouds and the storms, over the 
mountain they hover
Undaunted we go; His treasures on shelves
one below the other 

To finally stand upon the mount, and bask in

 unhindered sun

We learn from the mountain; to conquer is not a

promise, but a climb yet to be won.

                                                          By Sheryl Fowler

              (Visit Promiselandchurch.net and theexperience238.com, PromiseLand

                                     Church, Austin, Texas, Pastor Kenneth Phillips)