The mountain is God’s altar view where a marriage finds it voice.
Its love echos throughout the slopes, with a bold, robust rejoice.
Strolling up the mountainside, on the avenue of dreams,
one soon is sure to realize that marriage is not what is seems.
Up close, the trail winds tightly around the curves and rocks of life,
and it often changes landscapes for a husband or a wife.
Hand in hand they’ll tread the mountain height, and look up to gauge
its worth. Only when we let God bring it forth, can a marriage truly work.
The path of marriage finds itself imbedded in coarse stone.
It weaves itself around the two who ask God to help alone.