When life has knocked me down, I get up and try again;
When I think I can't go on, I look for a way to mend;
When I've finally given up, I reach out and grab a hand;
The one that's been there all along, while I have tried to stand.

I have no power of my own, no life control for sure;
It's only through the Spirit's force I somehow can endure.
It's when I finally realize in letting go of will,
There is a Higher Power my empty heart can fill.

The valleys seem so shadowy, confusion there abounds;
My troubles overwhelm me, my adversity astounds.
I long for crisp clean mountain air, of peaks so far removed;
A place where solace comes to me and spirits are improved.

The mountaintops are rare and clean, the view from there is clear;
But it's only through the valley's voice that we our Savior hear.
The special peaks of precious times spent in solitude
Are never meant to take the place of insight's gratitude.

The valleys are so rich and green, the growth for us is there;
Without the hardship and the toil, we do not learn to care.
There is a reason for circumstance, it's message at times concealed;
To learn in perfect season, when by God it is revealed.

Formed in the valleys of our lives, the fertile soil of pain;
We grow to comfort others when they too face heavy rain.
Our greening in the valley gives new life to tortured souls;
Our courage in the growing can show the One who holds.

My sweet release rides on the wind, the mighty force unseen;
The Master holds my every move, on self I cannot lean.
Faith in the One I know, who loves me through and through;
Who lifts me up on eagle wings, shows me another view.

Sandy Uzpurvis

E-mail: uzmom@mindspring.com