Upon a mountain’s long hard climb
I tend to lose my way.
Escaping from a mighty pit
And all its evil sway.
I struggle as I take each step,
Sometimes I fall back down.
Yet still I seek its precipice
Where all my hope is found.
Evil hands reach out to grab me,
The ones I knew before.
I know they’ll lead me to my death,
That’s all they’re worthy for.
I take ahold upon a rock,
His standings firm and sure.
And just beyond His brilliant light
I find an open door.
I know that when I reach the top
I’ll find the peace I seek.
Till then I know each step I take
Is filled with flesh so weak.
I need the Rock to give me strength,
His standing is of old.
The Rock I hold is Jesus Christ,
My debts to sin are sold.
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