I look up into the crags as the storm approaches,
fearful of the slippery steps, aching feet weary already.
Will you help me over them?
Your ways are high, too high for us . . .
Yet as the wind blows fierce in my face,
I am reminded that you made the wind and the crags,
you made these feet.
If it all seems too much, I know you will build a strength in me I have never known.
The steeper the crag, the stronger my foot will be.
You, my Strength, are my Keeper
You will keep me on your path
Sheltering me from the driving rain
Creating moments of refuge beneath your wings
Your breath is at my back, and it is stronger than the gale.
And when I am weary and worn, I will sing
For your joy is my strength and your strength is my song
Your presence is a Pilgrim with me.