"Take heed when you think you stand, lest you fall"
Those were the last words of WISDOM
That kept ringing in my ears
As my eyes were filled with tears
Looking down the steep sloped mountain
I wondered, how I came this close to losing the fountain
That Fountain called Grace

A while back I was just a common floor member
No shield, no sword
Not your knight in shining armour
Yet was forced into a battle I thought I wasn't prepared for

The goal was to reach the highest point at the top
This meant we couldn't afford to make a stop
And that wasn't the least easy at all!
The battle at the foot of the mountain was so fierce!
With every 500 arrows the enemy shot
At least 400 of our men were pierced
The sight we beheld was gruesome
But we knew we had to move on

By the time I reached the top of the mountain
I was so thirsty I found myself gulping from that Fountain
That Fountain called Grace
Once again, I felt alive
And knew I was ready for the next phase

Now I had my shield, I had a sword
I was the glorious knight in shining armour!
The others marvelled at the glory emanating from my body
This was such an honor
For them to behold my beauty

Every corner was illuminated...