Up The Hill

By Erinn Streckfuss

"Up the hill, where blood soaked feet tread

I follow the footsteps of the man who gave me bread.

Up the hill, a body is mocked by dangerous foes,

but I still follow the footsteps of the man who gave me clothes.

Up the hill, a person is put through the ultimate test,

even still, I follow the man who, in weary times, gave me tremendous rest.

Up the hill, blood pours from his body leaving him shaken and frail,

but I will still follow the man who rescued me from an everlasting jail.

Up the hill, nails are pushed into a man's wrist and his body is cut and sliced,

But I will forever follow this wounded man who is indeed my Christ."