I stood at foothill, excited to ascend
The high mountain loomed before me
Ready n’ willing, by body to commend
To the task, altho I felt some anxiety
One step, two step, soon were many
Valley floor seemed very far below
Caution, or could be trouble plenty
Peaks above still wore winter’s snow
The summit was just a few steps ahead
Close was I to conquering Mount Hood
I slipped and fell over precipice instead
An icy wind blew, where I’d once stood
Although to die was never my intention
God granted me a Heavenly Ascension
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