LIFE'S HILL
I was climbing up life's hill
On a steep and crooked track,
But for every two steps taken
It seemed three I would slip back.
I tried to hang on with my hands
And dug my heels in too;
But in the end I'd slide back down
Injured and feeling through.
So, up again I'd push
But that hill it seemed to grow
Into a mountain fortified
With a precipice below.
The load I bore was heavy
It would force me to the ground
But as I struggled to my feet,
I heard a little sound.
A voice upon my ear did ask
'Why is it you delay
if you wish to climb this mountain
why don't you stop to pray ?'
It was then that I remembered
Those words I now love best,
'Come to me you heavy laden
and I shall give you rest.'
Matthew 11:28
'Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through the Messiah Yeshua. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.' Phillipians 4:6-9
'For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind'. 2 Timothy 1:7
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