Standing on top of the mountain so high
Telling the world look at me, full of my pride
World looks back and strikes me down
Knocking me off this ground so high
Tumbling down among the rocks I fall
Bashing me bruising my very soul
Crashing amongst the trees
Busting me breaking my heart to pieces
Falling all the way down to the bottom I go
Landing in the mud and the muck of this world so cold
Wanting to just lay down and stay
The valley of death stares my way
Slowly pulling myself back to my knees
I look to the only one who can rescue me
Lift me up Oh Lord upon the wings of an eagle
Heal my battered and bruised soul
Put the pieces of this heart so broken
Back to where they once did belong
Lord my Savior, Lord my God
Guide me back to the mountain top so high
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We can never give up hope can we….. 😉
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So very true, no matter how far we get knocked down, we must rise again
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Amen! ☺
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Ahh, beautiful. My daughter said, “love is such exquisite pain, who would chose it?” I can’t answer that, I just know that when all was lost, our Savior chose it.
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It can be pain but it can be the most amazing thing also. Like you said our Savior chose Love above all else.
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