Your Haiku

Sometimes it seems that
The mountain is just too high
Far too high to climb

Sometimes it feels that
The road is just far too long
Too long to travel

Sometimes I wonder
Can I get through one more day
With my own chutzpah

Then I turn to you
And I know who carries me
Gives strength to my frame

For you cut my words
And prune my winter right back
So my fruits are yours

For I can do all
Things through Christ who gives me strength
My haiku is yours