My heart was full of sorrow
So I climbed a mountain high.
I looked down on God's creation
Then threw my worries to the sky.


Higher and higher they drifted
Through the endless space:
I prayed that God would take them,
These problems I couldn't face.


I knew that He would guide me
If I put my trust in Him,
I needed clearer vision
For my eyes were growing dim.


In the tranquil mountain air
I felt my worries cease:
God must have heard my cries
For my heart was filled with peace.


©Marian Jones 
2004
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