Who will climb the mountain.
Who will claim this holy place.
To set us on the right lane.
And win our life race.I dreamt that every time I was angry.
I conjured up an illuminated cross.
The anger then fled my memory.
And frankly I felt no loss.

Then I dreamt that I had lost money.
But thought of the rich man and the the eye of the needle.
And the loss just seemed quite funny.
And really in life’s great scheme, quite feeble.

And so we adjust.
As we always must.

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We climb the mountain
Or we may finally fall
It is just our fate

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See Psalm 23