Sometimes old poems by one of my favorites, Amy Carmichael, come to mind in daily moments. This was one quick climb (and then the peak) in the Smokies last month…
Long is the way, and very steep the slope,
Strengthen us again, O God of Hope;
Far, very far, the summit doth appear;
But Thou art near my God, Thou art near.
And Thou wilt give me with my daily food
Powers of endurance, courage, fortitude
Thy way is perfect; only let that way
Be clear before my feet from day to day.
Thou art my Portion, saith my soul to Thee,
Oh what a Portion is my God to me.
