With each of us as we travel through life,
the urge forward is always strong.
Knowing that with each mountain that we clime,
tomorrow another waits for us there.
There always seems one more mountain,
we always have to climb,
and always one more bridge
we have to cross before our day is through.
One day when we are old and tired,
and our legs will not carry us anymore,
a golden chariot will be sent from God,
then away to heaven we will fly.
14 June 2007
I long for that last climb....where there are no more tears inside....only happiness and no pain......everything new again....and to be with new friends
Yes and you're ending leaves reason to hope...But please, sometimes, somedays, there are just too many mountains....great write herein.~~marci.xo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always more to see, tell the good lord calls to me but untell then i will wander free...10