To the mountain I will rise

Though the path is a bear

I will trudge and press forward

Know that I go somewhere

Know that there is purpose

In what is done today

The path for tomorrow

Begins this way

Fickle I wander

Destitute and sad

Forgetting reason

And the promise to be had

Senses return

Off I am again

Remembering identity

Much more than skin

The declaration of Father

Guiding light

Son and Spirit make sure

I discern wrong from right

I keep on traveling

A journey not a goal

Everyday submission

To the one who is Lord