The Mountain
By Tim Ard
I stood facing that mountain
The road from the valley -- seemed forever long
Life is good but easy not ever
Oh, to climb To sing a victory song
The Son will rise over that mountain
Thorns and stones will roll away
The path will shine with light before you
The mountain top will lead the way
As the fear of the climb filled my senses
A story was brought to mind
I felt I knew of another who climbed before
A mountain so tall of another time
The story unfolded as a man walked by
Cheered on by the crowd, some scolded, some cried
The man a sight, he'd been beaten and scourged
Placed on His head a crown of thorns
He never wavered as he climbed that day
Reaching the top he heard all they would say
But all he could say is "They no not what they do"
There he hung on a cross for me and you
Chorus
So when your mountain's too tall to climb
Life's unfair or not worth it at all
Remember a mountain - a man's journey there
His life given so our mountains we can bear
Chorus
© Copyright 2004 - Tim Ard
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770-543-9862 timard@forestapps.com