Yesterday, I moved a mountain, it was High and rough
It took all I had, every
bit of strength and spirit within me
Yesterday, I talked the talk, walked the walk and somehow made it to
the top.
That mountain was more
than mean, more than tough, I was bruised, battered and
scourged
Yesterday, I made to the end; I conquered that wretched mountain.
I was worn, tired, nearly
beaten… but I did it. There was just barely enough in me, but I
did it!
Yesterday, when the night came, I wept inside and thought, "Oh God!
You’ve tried and
Today, I awoke thinking I’d finally done
what I was called in this life to do.
I conquered the mountain! It was
MINE!
Today, I looked out my window
and was startled and amazed, something was in my view.
This time, It wasn’t just
one mountain, it was two
Today, I’m too tired, too
scared, I’m angry, I’m mad at you God,
What did I do to deserve
this? What did I do?
I can’t do it again, it took
all I had to get to the top of just one mountain yesterday.
Why, God, why!
Today, I can’t do it because I
know how hard it is. I’ve been there and I just can’t go again.
It’s too much! It’s too
much! How can you ask this of me? It’s just too much!
Today, there is far, far more
than I can do. Too much expected, too much demanded.
Then, I suppose, a miracle
came through. I discovered a friend that came along, it was you.
Today, with the strength of
two, maybe, just maybe, this is something we can do.
With you right there both
mountains came down... crashing down.
At the end of this day, I was
just as tired, just as battered, just as scourged. But, this time, a
little more peacefully,
with an ever so delicate
trace of hope,
I wept again… then at
length, I slept.
Tomorrow, I’ll awake again and
there’ll be three. Three more obstacles, three more
mountains.
I can’t do it; I can’t do
it by myself.
There’s not enough
strength! There are not enough friends, there just aren’t
enough.
Then, a miracle came through
once again. The greatest one of all. It was a voice that came from
deep within.
It was smaller than the
tiniest speck yet so loud it finally tore the crust apart and gave
The light a start.
You see, It came from deep
within the very center of my heart, indeed the very essence of my
heart of hearts. …
Tomorrow isn’t here quite yet,
but I know I’ll be prepared. I now can hear the voice,
the one that had its start
from deep within my heart of hearts and it will never leave…
Spirit never does.
Tomorrow isn’t here quite yet,
but I will know the way, I now have the key, it’s in my
heart of hearts and I know
it’s here to stay.
Tomorrow isn’t here quite yet,
but I know that you are here. And if you listen, you’ll hear
it too… If it’s there for
me, it’s there for you
It’s the voice of love,
silent, loud, soft and strong. No matter what mountains there may
be,
whatever obstacles may
come, there will always be this one thing, this one miracle.
It’s the still small voice of
spirit that I’ve hoped to hear for so very long. It is the heart
of heart’s sweet loving
song.
Again, I wept… this time, I
slept the whole night long while being comforted by the spirit of my
heart of heart’s sweet loving song.
M. Grant Gudmundson
