I looked at the mountain. "It is too hard, Lord," I said. "I cannot climb."
"Take my hand," he whispered. "I will be your strength."

I saw the road. "It is so long, Lord," I said, "so rough, and long."
"Take my love," he answered, "I will guard your feet."

I looked at the sky. "But the sun is gone," I said. "Already it grows dark."
"Take the lantern of my word." he whispered. "That will be light enough."

We climbed. The road was narrow and steep, but the way was bright. And when the thorns reached out, they found his hand before they touched my own. And when the path grew rough. I knew it was his love that kept my feet from stumbling.

Then I grew very tired. "I can go no farther, Lord." I said.
He answered, "Night is gone. Look up, my child." I looked, and it was dawn. Green valleys stretched below. "I can go on alone now," I said.

Then I saw the marks: "Lord, thou art wounded. Thy hands are bleeding, thy feet bruised. Was it for me?"
He whispered, "I did it gladly."

Then I fell at his feet. "Lord, lead me on," I cried. "No road too long, no valley too steep, if thou art with me."

We walk together now, and shall forever.