Mountain of Travail

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.

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.

AMEN