We kept to the path,
Straight as a knife;
Continuing on,
Finally arrived.
But looking back now,
On the trail we tread;
It wasn’t the goal,
Pushing us ahead.
I see now what inspired me,
What helped me every step;
The gentle voice, the strong arms,
Of a friend helping me up.
When I stumbled,
Every time I tripped;
They held my hand,
A loving, firm grip.
When I became discouraged,
The climb too hard;
They were there to encourage,
“Look up! Take heart!”
Looking up, all I saw,
Was the long, long path;
My friend smiled, shook their head,
“Look higher than that!”
So I moved my gaze upwards,
Up into the sky;
What wonders I beheld,
Oh how beautiful the sight!
I forgot all my worries,
My struggles and my falls;
God had given me new hope,
New energy He installed.
The sky met the ground,
At the horizon they said hello;
I look at that horizon now,
Wherever I go.
On that path so difficult,
With potholes, rocks, and sand;
God taught me something important,
To “Look up”, “Look higher”, by the voice of a friend.


Looking Up