Life’s a mountain
the path is steep
the path is rough.
He is at he top, the
one for which life is
worth while. I stumble on
rocks, I bleed from thorns,
as did he for me. Yet my faith
is weak, my resolve is shaken.
I fall again, his hand is there,
he picks me up, lifts my
eyes to the prize. But I fall again,  
but my faith is weak, I tumble down
my gains all lost.life wins, once again.