Not sure if this is the right place...but it looked right
This is not the official name of the poem, so if anyone has a good idea for a name, that would be cool
The Mountain
Rising up out of the ground
Standing alone nothing around
It starts small but begins to grow
Before too long it is all I know
To overcome seams an impossible task
Covered with thorns smothered with grass
Set on top is a small piece of land
Placed on top by Gods sovereign hand
A small slice of paradise in a barren place
With rivers and plants placed with eloquent grace
Fruit is abundant, rest is found
Not a single soul to make a sound
To get to the top is a task I must complete
So I can enjoy this wonderful treat
I plunge headlong into the awful brush
And immediately it begins to crush
Me out of existence but fight back I must
All I can do is in the lord Jesus trust
He helps me fight the tall grass and thorns
With power that is greatly foreign
I began to overcome the tearing plants
Stopping I decided is something I can’t
Do for that would cause me to parish
In this horrible jungle that has started to flourish
After hours of trekking I come to a clearing
But the sound of rest is not what I’m hearing
I realize that I’m not there yet
So I continue walking and do not fret
About the evil things that surround me
Many times I find clearings like these
And there I stop for a moment of breeze
Finally to the top I arrive
And I see the many dangers I survived
Many of the dangers I did not know existed
For my lord protected me from what I resisted
I pick some fruit and listen to the stream
When I sadly wake up from this wonderful dream
-bobiscool
