For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song
These are the things that made me strong!
For all the heartache and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!
‘Tis not the softer things in life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep