When all you have is breath and will
And storms have taken roof and road
You learn what makes the spirit still
A mountain higher than your load
He scaled it not with wealth or ease
But quiet service humble shoes
He gave his time like falling leaves
And asked for nothing but the truths
They said Your climb is not worth much
But still he carved a purer way
For what he touched he touched with such
A grace that made the sky turn gray
And now his name is passed in fire
By those who saw what strength can prove
That higher than the climb for hire
Is one you make for what you love