With each of us as we travel through life,
the urge forward is always strong.
Knowing that with each mountain that we clime,
tomorrow another waits for us there.
There always seems one more mountain,
we always have to climb,
and always one more bridge
we have to cross before our day is through.
One day when we are old and tired,
and our legs will not carry us anymore,
a golden chariot will be sent from God,
then away to heaven we will fly.
14 June 2007
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-mountain/
