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?