Covenants, most often made
on mountains high and grand
are tested in the valleys
full of rocks and mud and sand.
Promises we make so easily
with eternity in view
seem to fade to unimportance
when we only see forward a step or two.
Vows to climb ever onward,
ever upward to the sky
may be forgotten when we face the cliffs
and see their daunting height.
But words are worth too much
to leave behind when times get tough.
They are the lifeline to hold on to
when present sight is not enough.
For who would climb the heights
of cliffs and mountains standing high
if they had not promised to climb them
however many times it took to try?
Who would take another step
into the darkest night
who had not once seen the joys of day
and gave their word to seek the light?
Who would climb the mountains high
and face the valley’s troubles
who had not covenanted to go on
through all life’s rugged struggles?
And who would reach the highest height
and travel through the lowest low?
Those who covenanted to seek the Best,
and follow Him back home.