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Mountain High ~
Up upon a mountain
high:
Where we can hear the
angels sigh,
Where all God's Holy
Majesty
Our ears can hear and
eyes can see.
Where clean, clear
waters flow
From the Crystal
Fountain to us below;
Where winds blow
through the soft green
pine,
Breath from His Holy
Throne Divine!
Where the simplicity
of God's love reigns
Upon mortal man once
again!
And, if you reach high
with love and grace,
You can almost touch
His Precious Face!
Bright stars shine
through the clear
night air;
And praises to Him
with others are
shared;
Where in the quiet of
the night
We know He's here,
that all is right!
Without stress, we
read His Word.
Alone and still, we're
with our Lord!
Oh, that is how I long
to be
From now throughout
eternity!
Freedom to be whom I'm
meant to be.
To receive and share
words given me.
To live in faith and
innocence;
No doubts of where or
why I've been sent!
To run to Him, again
His CHILD!
To trust and see His
happy smile.
To run in meadows,
wade in brooks;
To share His Word in
verse and books!
To live as God meant
life to be;
In quiet, loving
simplicity!
Come share my joy on a
mountain high,
Where we can hear the
angel's sigh!
Lynn King © 2006
All PRAISES, Grace and
Glory are given to
God.
I am but His conduit!
I am whom I am but by
His love, hope and
unending grace!
Matthew 5:1-2/14 (KJV)
From the Sermon on the
Mount
1: And seeing the
multitudes, He went up
unto a mountain: and
when He was set,
His disciples came
unto Him:
2: And He opened His
mouth and taught them
saying,
14: Ye are the light
of the world.
A city set on an hill
cannot be hid.
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