My Hills

Whenever life seems to hard to bear,
Guess where I go?
I run to the mountains, my Savior is there.
That's one thing I know!

If ever I am to happy for words,
What do I do?
I go to the mountains to sing with the birds.
My mountains are true!

Whenever I feel a need to be with God,
Where do I flee?
Up that hill yet again I will trod.
That's where I'll be!

I ever I'm empty or lonely inside,
There's one place that fills.
I visit the mountains with arms open wide.
I run to my hills!

January 5, 2005 Age 17