Climbing up the mountain
didn't come here to stay...
Many of you probably remember
that hymn, that we used to sing on Sunday
Well I've been thinking about climbing up
a mountain lately
and the difficulty of each upward trek,
varies greatly
When I started climbing up this particular
mountain, I wore a comfortable walking shoe
Kids used to call them "bobos" or [brand] Xs
But the price was right, so I figured they'd do
The smoothly paved road was steep
I grew so weary and tired
I broke out into a big old sweat
I believe only dainty women perspire
But I digress...
The smooth surface I'd been walking on
turned into a cobbled road
Seems like I stubbed my toe every other step
Swollen feet caused my sneaks to nearly explode
Suddenly the wear and tear on my shoes
just plain wore out
The holes fought the material, and the holes won
Now shoeless, I discovered what pain was really about
Taking a deep breath my...
feet immediately began to get cold and chafed
The road then turned from cobbled stone, to dirt
My dogs were covered with grit and grime
And those little pebbles, boy did they hurt
And I grimaced
Then that dirt road morphed into a little bridge
with frayed rope cables, and rotted wood
Good thing my splintered feet could still jump
when that bridge buckled I leaped as far as I could
I gasped as reached the other side
Beneath my feet next...
burning hot coals, I had to sprint across this time
A piece of skin stuck to each fiery rock,
Feet on fire, how could I possibly complete this climb?
As the coals finally cooled, I moaned and sobbed
I thought nothing could be worse, but it can
always be, hadn't I already learned?
Before me laid a bed of nails...being constantly cut...
far worse than being occasionally burned
No progression in remaining in that spot
With each gigantic step I took, another blister would pop
As those rusty nails sliced and punctured my flesh
I screamed, asking God if this hellish trail would ever stop
I collapsed from the pain, thinking surely this was the end...
When I awakened, I found the same smoothly paved
mountain road I'd originally encountered, and I was glad
Yes, some roads will be steep, but upward treks tend to be
To have to complete that treacherous journey...how sad
It took leaps, bounds, flames, and blood curdling pain
to finally realize the solid ground I already had
So, I'll just continue walking up this mountain in my "bobos"...
After all, life is a series of upward treks, isn't it?
didn't come here to stay...
Many of you probably remember
that hymn, that we used to sing on Sunday
Well I've been thinking about climbing up
a mountain lately
and the difficulty of each upward trek,
varies greatly
When I started climbing up this particular
mountain, I wore a comfortable walking shoe
Kids used to call them "bobos" or [brand] Xs
But the price was right, so I figured they'd do
The smoothly paved road was steep
I grew so weary and tired
I broke out into a big old sweat
I believe only dainty women perspire
But I digress...
The smooth surface I'd been walking on
turned into a cobbled road
Seems like I stubbed my toe every other step
Swollen feet caused my sneaks to nearly explode
Suddenly the wear and tear on my shoes
just plain wore out
The holes fought the material, and the holes won
Now shoeless, I discovered what pain was really about
Taking a deep breath my...
feet immediately began to get cold and chafed
The road then turned from cobbled stone, to dirt
My dogs were covered with grit and grime
And those little pebbles, boy did they hurt
And I grimaced
Then that dirt road morphed into a little bridge
with frayed rope cables, and rotted wood
Good thing my splintered feet could still jump
when that bridge buckled I leaped as far as I could
I gasped as reached the other side
Beneath my feet next...
burning hot coals, I had to sprint across this time
A piece of skin stuck to each fiery rock,
Feet on fire, how could I possibly complete this climb?
As the coals finally cooled, I moaned and sobbed
I thought nothing could be worse, but it can
always be, hadn't I already learned?
Before me laid a bed of nails...being constantly cut...
far worse than being occasionally burned
No progression in remaining in that spot
With each gigantic step I took, another blister would pop
As those rusty nails sliced and punctured my flesh
I screamed, asking God if this hellish trail would ever stop
I collapsed from the pain, thinking surely this was the end...
When I awakened, I found the same smoothly paved
mountain road I'd originally encountered, and I was glad
Yes, some roads will be steep, but upward treks tend to be
To have to complete that treacherous journey...how sad
It took leaps, bounds, flames, and blood curdling pain
to finally realize the solid ground I already had
So, I'll just continue walking up this mountain in my "bobos"...
After all, life is a series of upward treks, isn't it?
