The Lord came to me and asked,

"Son, Why do you sorrow?"

"Lord The world is so full of pain,

I can't face one more tomorrow."

The Lord sat down beside me,

and gently took my hand.

He said, "Let me explain to you

and then you'll understand."





Each sorrow is a stepping stone

you must surmount each day,

And every stepping stone you climb

is a sorrow that's passed away.





The road of life is a mountainside,

with crevices in which to be caught,

But as you struggle on your way,

I the Rock, will lend support.





Every stepping stone you climb,

makes spirit and heart grow strong.

Exercising character and faith

this road seems painful and long.





The way is paved with stepping stones,

to uplift your heart and soul,

Though difficult they aid your way,

to a City paved with gold.





I know that you are tired,

for I too have walked this way,

My sorrows did they multiply,

but I cleared many stones away.





I left my rock to lift you up,

I left behind my story.

To give you strength to make your climb,

to that special place in glory.





And never fear, the Rock is here,

You'll never climb this mountain alone

Surmount life's sorrows, continue on,

For they are but "Stepping Stones."