Each stumbling block, a stepping stone
When we walk in GOD’S will
Each mountain flattened, turned to dust
Each voice of doubt made still
Each crooked place we face, made straight
Each barren place turns green
And deserts turn to gardens
Fed by eternal springs
The storms of life we often face
Flee when the sun shines bright
And darkness flees before the One
In whom our souls delight
On mountains high, through valleys dark
Through water and through fire
GOD leads us on victoriously
His image our desire
By Hillary van Eyssen
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