When faced with a mountain I will not quit
Robert Schuller
I drive home every day through windy and steep roads
Looking ahead, they seem far too great for my little VW bug
But my little car and I press on
until the miles slip away
We do not stop
we do not look back
and ultimately,
We are home
and the hills that I thought far were too much
are just another memory
and that's poetiquejustis
I lift up my eyes to the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of heaven and earth
Psalm 121
