In the highs and lows, my gratitude remains, For the mountains' peaks, and the valleys' plains. In every storm that raged, wild and true, I found strength in faith, as my spirit grew. I thank God for the mountains, their towering might, For the lessons learned in their soaring height. In each ascent, a challenge, a chance to rise, Under the vast, unending, azure skies. For the valleys deep, where shadows fall, I thank Him still, for the humbling call. In quiet lows, where reflections run deep, I learned to sow the faith I reap. And in the storms, His presence so near, Through winds that howl, and skies that clear. It's there I found, in trials anew, The power of God, steadfast and true. For if my path were smooth and free of test, I'd never know the strength that lies in rest. Never see how problems, with edges so rough, Could be smoothed by faith, strong and tough. In His word, a beacon, a guiding light, Turning darkest fears into morning bright. In every trial, every tear that fell, His word was the well, where hope did dwell. So I thank God for each mountain, valley, and storm, For in every shape, His love does transform. In every moment, be it bitter or sweet, In His grace and mercy, my heart does beat. January 7, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
