trembling, searching for a place

a foothold upon the mountain face

daring not to tether to another man

for what man against all hell could stand?

and surely to my death would I careen

while roped to an earthly being

when mountain shakes in stormy brood

threatening to defeat my cause

I remember the One who

has climbed ahead and knows the course

and though You climb above the cloud

of the unknown and forboding shroud

I will rest, securely, in my place

there upon the mountain face

and fight to surely win the race

tied to Him, the climber’s grace