A women stands on the edge of a cliff
She looks up to the heavens” father I need a lift”
Then she falls to her knees and looks over the side
She looks down to the earth then up to the sky
“I am so tired, my body is worn
my shoes are mangled, battered and torn
this road I’ve been on is rocky and hard
how did I make it this far?
I’ve traveled many a way
I don’t think I can make it another day.
Then there came a voice it was gentle and warm, it said to the women
“get up you must go on”
“I haven’t got the strength my legs are weak
my feet are bleeding this mountain is to steep”
“Don’t you know I’ve been here all along holding your hand
helping you be strong , you’ve climb many mountain this one is small
you’ll travel many more, you’ll stumbled and fall,
but I will always be with you, never will I leave your side
because you are my love, you are the reason I died
Get up, let’s finish this road”
He held out his hand the women took a hold
The road was ruff the mountain really steep
She climb up the side, hurting, wanting to weep
But each and every time she wanted to quit
His voice said; “you can do it
I’ve made you equipped.
you can make it to the top, you can do it, yes you can
I am standing next to you with my hand in your hand”
I made it up that mountain and yes it was hard
There were many times I said this is too far
But his love carried me when I thought I would fail
He never left me pitiful and frail.
He gave me strength to make it though
So this is my advice to you
Climb that mountain, bloody feet and all
Believe in him and you’ll never let you fall
Hold on with battered hands and blinded eyes
Don’t look down continue to look to the sky
Remember this when and if there is nothing more
Remember he died to settle the score.