The Mountain

There is a mountain, a large mountain Where the rock exposed is so vast, so endless Where my foot will not slip nor my arms fail me A place where God is big and his glory evident Yet I clutch the very smallest of rocks If not for my lack of faith I might grab one larger But the size of the rock must not concern me For even that small rock is a piece of the mountain I am learning that the mountain of God breeds epic storms and wild winds.... But it cannot be shaken I feel as if God cannot help but invite me in... "Come on up, the view is great" From here I can see my old life, but a wrinkle of a hill And my mountain, the one on which I stand, is towering. Grab hold of the mountain!