Hold this Dear Mountain
My heart does long for a mountain to hold
with deep embrace and prayers that unfold
into the sweetened winds, as all things are told.
Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree?
They are each a friend, they are dear to me.
The mountain waits; the ancients see.
They bid my heart, they set me free.
Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare,
Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there!
My Own is lifted, endowed in the Air.
My soul soars throughout, as on the wings of a dove
In embrace with the Earth, held so rare, high above.
Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, they see; they love.
Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it’s the Lord’s Treasure Trove.
©2012 Linda Willows
Psalm 61:2 –-From the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 62:7-8 –On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah