For every hill I have to climb,
For every stone that
bruised my feet,
For all the Blood
and Sweat and grim,
For blinding storms
and burning heat,
My hearts sing but,
a grateful song-
These were the things
that made me strong!
For all the heartaches
and the tears,
For all the anguish
and the pain,
For gloomy days
and fruitless years,
and for hopes that
lived in vain
I do give thanks,
for now I know
These were the things
that helped me grow
.....My Friendly Obstacle
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