TO TOUCH THE SON by David Brollier

TO TOUCH THE SON

The cliff was hard, steep and sheer,
yet I climbed on in anguished fear.
I lost my grip, the ground slipped away,
and it was only then I felt a warming ray.
I learned that when I ceased to struggle on,
God overcame my fears, a victory won,
and I reached up
with trembling hand to touch the Son.