The Lord came to me like a dream, one day,
And asked, "Why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord, my life is so full of pain.
I can't face one more tomorrow."
The Lord sat down beside me
And gently took my hand.
He said, "Let me explain to you
And then you'll understand.
Each sorrow is a stepping stone
You must surmount each day
And every stepping stone you climb
Is a sorrow that's passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside,
With crevices in which to be caught.
But, as you struggle on your way,
I, the Rock, will lend support.
Every stepping stone you climb
Makes spirit and heart grow strong,
Exercising character and faith,
This road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones
To uplift your heart and soul.
Though difficult. they aid your way
To a City paved with gold.
I know that you are tired.
For, I, too, have walked this way.
My sorrows did they multiply.
But, I cleared many stones away.
I left my rock to lift you up.
I left behind my story
To give you strength, to make your climb
To that special place in glory.
And, never fear, the Rock is here.
You'll never climb this mountain alone.
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones.
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