     So I climbed a mountain high. I looked down on God's creation Then threw my worries to the sky.  Through the endless space: I prayed that God would take them, These problems I couldn't face. If I put my trust in Him, I needed clearer vision For my eyes were growing dim. I felt my worries cease: God must have heard my cries For my heart was filled with peace. A Wonderful Poet used with permission          |