With Tears of Joy
I look up at the narrow road to heaven,
And look at my feet, wand’ring from the way.
I look back at the gospel path, where true joy can be found,
And wish that I could make it back to stay.
CHORUS: I stray from him, I fall away, I wander,
This covenant path seems too hard to complete.
But if He lets me try again to reach Him,
With tears of joy, I’ll wet His blessed feet.
I thought this gospel road would be so easy,
And trials would be small bumps on the way
But seeing all the mountains and the cliffs I’ve yet to climb,
I want to turn around and walk away.
I stumbled on the road again, exhausted
Unable to move on through my despair.
A hand reached down and wiped away a desperate, pleading tear.
Then I looked up and saw my Savior there.
The Man Who Climbed the Mountain.
I went to climb a mountain
To see the lofty view,
But the journey turned out to be more difficult
Than I expected it to.
I started up the path
And soon I saw a field of flowers.
I plucked a few, I smelled the scents,
And lost a couple of hours.
I began along the path again
But soon the path grew very steep.
I slowed, I wandered back and forth,
Night fell, and I had to leave.
The next day I started up again,
Committed to reaching the top.
Past the flowers, up the climb,
Determined not to stop.
The path turned thin, along a cliff
And I almost turned back to the base.
It took me hours, step by step,
To conquer my fear in that steep place.
I passed flowers in the final stretch,
Walked along cliffs, climbed paths quite steep.
It wasn’t as hard as it was at first.
Then, finally, I reached the peak.
I saw the view a different man
Than the one who started out the climb.
I conquered my distraction, laziness, and fear,
And in the end, that is what made the view so sublime.
Originally written Nov 27, 2017
His Lifting Power
Christ died to let me try again,
To heal the broken law.
But I think it’s also more than that,
And I ponder what God saw
In me to give me His sacrifice,
Infinite in power
His eldest son to die and suffer
Alone for me in his final hours.
And I can’t help but think of how
The Atonement has two sides
Not just to lift me up —
Though from sinner’s depths I’ll rise —
But to push me up, enable me
To reach celestial heights.
To become all that God wants of me
Takes more than just my might.
And so I thank my God
For the potential of us all
And the Infinite Atonement
Lifting me each time I fall
And lifting me yet higher —
For that is God’s great plan
The “why” of His Atonement —
“the immortality and eternal life of man.” (Moses 1:39)