| The One Who Moves The Mountain |
| God sees what lies in our future. He holds us safe in His hand. Yet, slowly, we slip through His fingers Like an hourglass full of sand. We're afraid to put our trust in Him, The one who moves the mountain. We're afraid to let Him guide us, The one who leads us to the fountain. Lord, please let me have that faith With which I can conquer all. Help me to hold my head up, Lord, And catch me if I should fall. The road I walk, it seems so rough. How can I face tomorrow? Please give me strength and knowledge. Lord, help me face my sorrow. |
| Copyright by Claytia Doran Posted here with author's permission. |
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