Forward we march, winding through
these paths. Not knowing what's ahead.
Nature sings its song to me. Chatter
of the birds while sun shines and mountain air fills my head.
The path ends but we climb a little more,
breathtaking beauty right around the bend.
White clouds hover above the peaks. As far
as the eye can see, Your beauty doesn't end.
March through life on the beaten path
we climb; searching for the top. Trusting
that You know the end. Fight the fight;
for one day it'll be life everlasting.
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