I AM A LITTLE FOOTHOLD
(by Charlie "Brown" Artman; learned from him in the 1960s)
I am a little foothold, away up on a peak;
But one day a mountain climber, he climbed with skill and grace,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
And no one ever visits me or listens to me speak.
I often get discouraged, I'm all alone, you see,
I am just a little foothold, and no one thinks of me.
He put his great big klettershoe right upon my face;
The words that he spoke right then, they filled my heart with song,
God bless you, little foothold, you're right where you belong.