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Poetry The Mountain

A mountain wit snow and trees.

The Mountain

The mountain loomed in my way,

Gigantic, forbidden, ominous…

How could I move it out of my way?

I prayed. I prayed.

I prayed but still it remained.

What was wrong?

Why weren’t my prayers answered?

Then I realized lack of faith………

With God’s help, I’ll not only believe,

I’ll climb and conquer that mountain.

I’ll have the power to say to the mountain.

Move,

And it will leap out of my way,

In Jesus’ Name.

This poem is an excerpt from the book Poetry by Celia John. If you would like to read to more poems like these order the poetry book below.

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