Wherever strong love may be,
Found in mother-love especially,
There are no plains of outstretching grass
Only high hills and valleys to pass.
Along the road of strong love and hope,
From bed rock streams to dizzying slopes,
There arises, scarred from hand to hand,
A Man whom travelers must and can
Entreat upon for understanding.
This road, once only a path worn down
By the steps of the Man, stately crowned,
Was, by grace, paved to show the Way
For all who would follow Him each day.
He, who wearied yet rejoicing, placed
God above, despite all trials faced.
The pure Son of Man upon the tree
Showed how selfless pure love can be.
Journeying this road of heights and depths
Are seen the courageous, finding rest
Far from society’s soft, safe love:
Love that never scales the heights above
To see the sun rise or go to sleep.
Flimsy forms of feeling can’t sink deep
Or endure the darkness without rest,
Where the soul of man becomes its best.
Drop down a little farther soldier,
Where the fire’s hotter, you’ll grow bolder.
Soon refined and tested into gold
You’ll know the greatness God’s love holds.
- Jesus Christ’s Bible
- Sheldon Vanuaken’s Severe Mercy
- John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress
- C. S. Lewis’s Mere Christianity