Climbing a Hill

Climbing up a hill,
the Sun is warm
as I strive to reach the top.
Such anticipation
as I wait for the joy that comes from being up so high.

Arriving at the top of the hill,
the Sun is radiant
as I dwell at the highest height.

Such exhileration
as I find the joy that comes from being so near to the Sun.

Descending the hill,
the Sun is strong
even as I wander away.
Such indifference
as I grasp for the joy that was experienced at the top.

The Sun will always be shining even when I am descending.

Oh how I long to constantly find joy in

the warmth, the radiance, and the strength of the Son,
no matter where I am on the hill.