The Mountain Path

So long ago,
The day I first began to climb.

Why?

It seemed like the right path to choose.
Now...I am certain.
Beyond the shadow of a doubt,
That this road was made for me,
And I for Thee.

But what of the beginning?
From where have I come?
How could I ever forget,
What the LORD has done?

I remember the agony of those days,
The whip across my back,
Enslaved, in chains
To the Pharaoh of this land.

You rescued me God by your strong and mighty hand,
You revealed your infinite power,
Bringing me up,
Out of his land.

And when I thought I was free,
Truly you did guide me:
To none other than a dead end,
With all this Bible knowledge in my head.

A wall of mountain on the left and on the right,
A sea of despair before me,
And my enemy near in hindsight.

My God, why have you led me here,
With only a hope of dying or drowning in my fear...
Surely, I was better off enslaved in Egypt...
In chains to my sin,
Than to die a freed man in the desert.
Buried in sand.

Y o u B r e a t h e G r a c e t o M e

I cry out to You, God,
Deliver my soul!
I lift my eyes to heaven
In sweet complete surrender!

With the rush of a gale force wind,
the waters are divided.

Despair Anxiety Oppression Addiction Bondage

Darkness Blindness Confusion Pain Suffering

"The Lord is my strength and my
song;
he has become my salvation.
He is my God, and I will praise
Him,
My father's God, and I will exalt
Him" (Ex. 15:2).

Y o u B r e a t h e P u r p o s e t o M e

Suddenly,
Surrounded,
Thousands of people...like me...but different.
The old
Young
Big
Small...

Like a bullet to the brain
Your words sink deep,
Penetrating my soul.
A shepherd's staff begins to form in
My
Hand.

Lead these people?
Lead them where?
For what purpose?

And the Lord speaks:

Show them my ways,
My glory...
This path.
Though the people complain,
and disobey.
Though they quarrel and
Indulge in their selfish ways
When they fight against me,
And cry out for Egypt,
Remember,
You were the same.

I'm still climbing...
Over rocks,
Under tree branches...
I still slip and fall.
I might spend days pressed up against the rock,
Shimmying along a narrow shelf,
With wind blasting in my face�

But nothing will stop me from reaching the summit.
I will always press on
Through hardship and struggle,
Dead ends and impossible conundrums,
I must reach the top...

Where I will meet my God and my Savior,
And speak with Him face to face,
As man with his friend.
Where I will share in unfathomable depths of intimacy,
As a beautiful bride.

The journey to get there is my
Mountain path.