The Mountain of Me

“We are not heard for our many words, but for the cry of our hearts.” ― John F. MacArthur Jr., Alone With God Climbing over the mountain, the mountain that was white I now find myself in the land of reality So I cast a pebble on the pond, the sacred pond And though my reflection is now disturbed I feel better now, though this may sound absurd But you don't have to tell me that she's already out there And I will be forever in her care You don't have to tell me that she's alrea

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