Mountains

I didn't always savor the mountain, That life has forced me to climb. Nor have days been all a nectar fountain, Making life to be totally sublime. But an unseen hand has guided my way, Steadying me each time I've slipped. As on life's path I've walked each day, Sometimes I've stumbled or tripped. I've endured words that often stung, From some thoughtless verbal attack, Then from my heart, back I've flung, Later remorseful for hurting back; But God never promised an easy climb, Only that He would provide a way. My way of escape always came in time, Guiding me through that arduous day.