All lives consist of many hills and valleys;
metaphors for where struggles begin;
they’re pictures of life’s difficult back alleys;
for all struggles of life are born within.
All of life’s struggles exist for a reason;
there’s much to learn; much to know;
our time on earth, is the growing season;
and, struggling, is how we all grow.
Valleys are where sorrows reign, supreme;
preventing the growth of our pride;
by climbing the hills of trouble we glean,
fruits of the Master, implanted, inside.
But, the valleys we don’t even have to climb;
they’re the natural pits, we must endure;
they’ve been around, since beginning of time;
peace and love are the Master’s cure.
Hills are the obstacles; we must overcome;
but climbing, is strictly our decision;
enemies of God have of its slopes overrun;
calling for determination and vision.
Faith is the substance and strength to succeed;
for each hill is a battlefield, all on its own;
and the love of the Master, is all that we need;
for God will grant us His strength, on loan.
We’ve been told that all of our days are numbered;
but, instead, he tells us, what we must do:
for, the Master will leave none of us too encumbered;
so, He whispers: “This last hill’s for you!”