
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