Passing this way

I am just a pilgrim passing this way

Looking at my tattered garment and wondering why? My destination is not of this world. Need I tell you, of the many fiery trials from day to day that faces me?

My mountains are high and the valleys very low

Many question my ability for survival in this world

But I must keep moving on to get to higher ground.

There are days when I stumble and fall without feeling like going on, yet fallen I cannot remain down. There is a gate up a head and the price awaits me so I must press towards that mark yonder. The many glitches along the way all is but set-backs to keep me un- informed until the journey end. Faith-full to the end my friend must I be for the crown of life I must wear. Yet this, trials I must endure for I know better days awaits me in the sweet bye and bye.
Just you know for sure we only pass this way but once.