Mountain Man


Once I saw a runner, his pace it wasn’t slow

And stopped him for a minute, to see where he would go

He said he had a mission, he’d been running for years now see

He’d been running since a toddler, and now was thirty-three


At first I didn’t believe it, running for thirty years?!

But his breathing wasn’t heavy, and no tiredness appeared

That was sure impressive, for you should have seen his pace

But running for that long time, and why here to this place?


He was a mountain runner, at least that’s what he said

But as I looked around us, it must have been in his head

For we were in the low plains, not a single mountain could be seen

And the closest that I knew of, were where he’d been running


So then what a fellow, the ever runner that was lost

I thought then to give a laugh, but there was something about this man I’d crossed

Although he did seem out of place, it seemed like he knew where he was

The pace he kept, the way he spoke, it seemed he had a cause


And so I asked - why run this hard? Do you know where you then go? 

And in response he changed my life, right then a seed was sown

“I haven’t seen my mountain, but I know it's there

If you learn to walk by faith, you never shall despair


Learning to keep a pace without a mountain in my sight

I suppose that’s the reason, I’ve been running my whole life

When you see a mountain, running is easy and it's fun

But when you learn to see with faith, son, you will be stunned


For you cannot imagine, the grandeur of the place

Its right in this direction, and why I keep my pace

Every morning waking, ready to jump and fight

Because I have seen by faith, when others have no sight


Seeing isn’t easy, to gain it wasn’t free

The many times that I’ve collapsed, is how it's come to be

For in those times when nothings left, and it seems you shan’t attain

The Master then, comes comforts you, and reminds you of your name


So up again you pick yourself, still tender and quite sore

You look above, and trust in him, and say okay once more

And after many times of this, until you are thirty-three

You no longer need the mountain, and you can then be free


Your focus is all on him, you’re partners at this point

You’re no longer on your own, your efforts are then joint

And you can then create with him, the future that you want

Your trust is sure, you write the script, you even pick the font


You can see in the abyss, far off where he would have you go

Walk the vicissitudes of this life, and tread the lonely road

For seeing what he has in store is greater than anything you have tread

And as you walk the path he wants, he’ll provide the bread


I can’t see the mountain, with my natural eye

But with the vision he’s given me, all I need is the blue sky

Faith isn’t faith at all, when you can see the way

And you almost surely won’t see Him, if the course is plain”


And then he kept on going, just like that he was off again

Seeing his vigor and his passion, I couldn’t help but grin

And with that short brief crossing, with this knowledge I was armed

Faith isn’t for when things are easy, but for when things are hard

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