"Climb, or die," the Spirit said.
"Climb?" was my anguished cry.
"Yes, climb," said the Voice, Up the mountain steep.
Climb, little one, or die!"
The Spirit promised, "I'll hold you safe,
I'll give you strength and grace."
Up the treacherous trails the pilgrim started,
And scaled the mountain's face.
The God of the Heights has set our feet
Toward the road that He has trod,
And the child who dares to climb by faith
Has the joy to walk with God.
- Viola Jacobson Berg
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