I climb the mountain everyday.
Braving the storms that come my way.
I feel not the heat of the sun.
Nor the stares of anyone.
My aim is to reach the peak, and that's the only thing I seek.
Sometimes I come sliding down
Bruised and hurt , my face in a frown.
Why me ?
I look up and ask.
When do I ever finish my task?
He takes mercy on his loving child, and shows the way through the wild.
I pick up myself and my spirits too, And start the climb with my vigour renewed.
Knowing that I will be almost there, For He is always here , somewhere.
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