From where I'm standing on the top of this mountain of hope, the bad and the ugly will always be there lurking in the valleys. Like beasts they are clawing at the hillside, growling and snarling in hunger. My eyes, instead, are drawn to the beauty of the land around them and the safe ground on which my feet stand.
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.