From the top of the mountain

To the bottom of the pit,

I may have stumbled,

But I couldn’t quit.

I’ve given up some things,

And lost all I had.

I try to be happy,

But mostly I’m sad.

I analyze the past,

And all I’ve done wrong.

The answers are allusive,

But the heartache is strong.

I’ve been down the road,

That most couldn’t go.

What I have learned,

I may never know.

Some days are hopeless,

And others I feel good.

I wonder if I’m doing

All that I should.

Humbled beyond

Anything I believed.

With all I’ve learned,

I’m still not relieved.

I’ve always heard,

That life isn’t fair.

So why does it matter,

And why should I care.

Perhaps it’s my journey,

That leads to the throne.

One I must travel;

And too often alone.

From the top of the mountain

To the bottom of the pit,

Salvation awaits those