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.…