Cross Roads

PEAKS

     A storm may rage in the world below,
        It may tear great trees apart;
     But here on the mountain top, I know
        That it cannot touch my heart.

     I have struggled up through the lightning's glare,
        I have walked where the cliffs fell sheer
     To a gorge below, but I breathed a prayer,
        And my soul passed doubt and fear!

     Here on the mountain top the air
        Is clear as a silver song;
     And the sun is warm on my unbound hair;
        AND WHAT THOUGH THE WAY WAS LONG?

     What though the way was steep and bleak,
        And what though the road was hard?
     I stand at last on the mountain peak,
        With my eyes upraised to God!

     A storm may sweep through the world below,
        It may rend great rocks apart;
     But here on the crest of the world I know
        That it cannot touch my heart.