THE MOUNTAIN PATH OF MERCY

 THE MOUNTAIN PATH OF MERCY

There is a road the maps forget,
A narrow trail where sorrows met;
No marble sign, no paved ascent,
Only the place where love was sent.

The highways climb with measured pride,
Where many walk with strength as guide;
Yet deeper still the forests keep
The silent paths where lost ones weep.

There wander souls the world passed by,
Beneath the cold, unyielding sky;
Their footprints fade in rain and snow,
Yet they reveal the way to go.

For mercy does not fear the thorn,
Nor turn away from hearts outworn;
It leaves the comfort of the height
To bear another through the night.

The mountain asks no pilgrim's name,
It knows no wealth, it seeks no fame;
It measures every traveler there
By burdens carried, love, and care.

I searched the summit for the Cross,
Beyond the clouds, above all loss;
But Christ had walked another way—
Among the poor from day to day.

His Cross was found on hidden ground,
Where weary feet made scarcely sound;
Where homeless angels climbed alone,
Yet heaven claimed them as its own.

And there I learned what peaks conceal:
The highest path is one that kneels.
The greatest height the heart can see
Is mercy's quiet ministry.

So let me walk where few have trod,
Where neighbors lead the way to God;
For every burden freely borne
Makes pathless hills a place reborn.

When all our mountains fade from sight,
And dawn dissolves the longest night,
The trail that mercy marked below
Will be the only road we know.

Pastor Steven G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
July 12, 2026