🌄 Welcome to Poems of Ascent
These are poems for the journey upward.
Not every step is easy.
Not every path is clear.
But there is something within us that still longs to rise—
to move closer to God, to truth, to peace.
Poems of Ascent are written for that journey.
They reflect the quiet climb of the heart:
- through uncertainty
- through struggle
- through moments of faith and doubt
- and toward something higher, steadier, and eternal
Like the ancient songs of ascent, these words are meant to be carried along the way—
read slowly, returned to often, and held in the middle of real life.
Some poems will feel like a whisper.
Some like a steady hand.
Some like a reminder to keep going when the road feels long.
You don’t have to have it all together to begin.
You only need to take the next step.
And as you walk, may these words meet you there—
lifting your eyes, steadying your heart,
and guiding you gently upward.
Poem: Song of Ascent
Step by step, the road climbs on,
Through dust of dusk and light of dawn,
With weary feet and lifted eyes,
We journey where the city lies.
The hills arise, both steep and wide,
Yet hope walks gently at our side,
For though the path is long and steep,
The Lord still watches, does not sleep.
A song begins, both soft and strong,
A rising prayer, a pilgrim’s song,
Each voice a thread, each heart a flame,
All lifted in His holy name.
Through valleys deep and shadowed ways,
We carry faith through all our days,
And every step, though small, is known
By One who calls our hearts His own.
We do not climb by strength alone,
Nor walk a path we’ve made our own,
But guided by a hand unseen,
Toward what no eye has fully seen.
And as the gates draw ever near,
Our songs grow louder, bright and clear,
For every climb, each trial, each test—
Has brought us closer to His rest.
So lift your heart, though roads are long,
And join again the pilgrim’s song,
For every soul that seeks His face
Is walking in this upward grace.
My Help Comes from the Lord
(Inspired by Psalm 121)
I lift my eyes to distant hills,
Where shadows move and silence fills,
And ask within my searching heart—
“From where does help and hope now start?”
My help comes not from earth or sky,
Nor strength that fades as days go by,
But my helps comes from the Lord,
And trusting in His Holy Word.
He guards my step, He holds my way,
He does not sleep by night or day,
No silent hour, no hidden place
Escapes the watch of promised grace.
The Lord who made all that I see
Is watching… faithfully… over me.
Looking Upward
I lift my eyes above the ground,
Beyond the noise, beyond the sound,
Where shifting shadows lose their claim,
And something steady calls my name.
The road beneath is steep and worn,
With steps that falter, feet that mourn,
Yet upward still my heart will turn,
For there is more than what I’ve learned.
Not all I see will make it clear,
Not every height will lose its fear,
But in the climb, though slow and true,
My strength is found in looking through.
Through doubt that clouds, through weight that stays,
Through nights that stretch like endless days,
There is a light I cannot deny—
It waits for those who choose to rise.
So I will look, though eyes grow dim,
Not to the path—but up to Him,
For every step, though small, is worth
The journey from the dust of earth.
And in that gaze, my soul will find
A higher hope, a clearer mind,
For those who lift their eyes in part
Are already climbing… in the heart.