Even a mountain appearing to have no life, can offer a way to Eternal Joy, The trek is tough, bruises deep, but worthy of every girl and boy.
Mountain of Travail
By Arley Steinhour 061411
Before us stands a mountain
With crag and valley steep and deep
Waterfall a crashing fountain
Even goats abandon the steep.
Mountain, like Travail of birth
Progress worse with every breath
The transit has no time for mirth
With pain that could harbinger death.
Many turn and run away
They have to taste for this
Preferring price called 'Easy Pay'
Over struggle for eternal bliss.
Those born again, the price will pay
Oft-times with bruised and bloody knee
Striving for that fate-filled day
When Savior beckons and Him they see.
His simple smile will take away
The scrape, the pain, the sorrow
Eternity from then much better
Without worry of tomorrow.
The joy of finding all there is in store
That the mind could never envision
Is found behind myriad of Heavens doors
Enjoyment like a child, knows no derision.
So, throw out all your cares and woe
Brush Spirit teeth, prepared to go
He'll come for Bride, with flair and show
To Snatch away those who wait below.