And there will come times of refreshing--
Fevered feet, cooling, touch mountain streams
For the point, where you truly are weakest
Will outsource grace and purpose you seek.
Farther on are oases and culverts
March on, though you long for long rest.
Past the summit that's blocking your vision
Lies a sunrise, surpassing aught else.
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