I was building
a mountain
with my bare hands.
I planned
the architecture perfectly.
I placed each rock
in a self-designed pattern.
But in a heartbeat,
everything came
crumbling down.
I was crushed by
the weight of worry,
trampled by
a burden
I was not meant
to undertake.
I am not meant
to build mountains.
I can move them
if I have faith
in the only One
with the power
to create anything.