The Hill

We started up the hill
My grandfather and I
We looked forward to the top
And its glorious view
Will it be far, Will it take long?
I wondered about the road
It may be, he said, but I’ll always be with you

​But somewhere along the way
My grandfather grew tired
He looked up toward the top
And he told me what he knew
Is it much further?  Will it be much longer?
I asked about the road
It may be, he said, but I’ll always be with you

And further up the hill
My grandfather stopped climbing
He laid down to rest
as he looked to the top
It isn’t very far, it won’t take too long
I urged him up the road
I promise, he said, I will stay with you

​These days I climb the hill
And most days I feel alone
But I look forward to the top
and its glorious view
It might be far, it may be long
And I may tire along the road
But at the top I’ll meet grandfather
Because his promise remains true