>>24111685 pb Fountains return
A River, a Mountain to be crossed.
The Sunshine, in Mountains sometimes lost.
Move Forward, was my Friends only cry.
In deeper to somewhere we can lie.
And rest for the day, with cold in our way.
A moment seems lost in all the noise.
A Snowstorm, a stimulating voice.
Of warmth of the sky, of warmth when you die.
Were we ever colder on that day
A million miles away.
It seemed from all of Eternity.
The sunshine, in Mountains sometimes lost.
The River, can disregard the course.
Our job is to bring forth God's Kingdom and make this a place where the Lord can rest His Head.
Unto us a child is born…
Christ is Lord, Amen!!!