IF

If a mountain needs climbing,
He'll climb it with me.
He's stronger than an ox
And steady as a big oak tree.

If my burdens get too heavy
And I fall beneath the load,
He comes along and carries me
Down this rough and rocky road.

Yes, Jesus is my rock.
He's solid as a stone.
He takes my trials, and troubles,
And claims them as his own.

And, someday, I will join Him.
He's reserved a place for me.
He's already paid my ransom,
When He died on Calvary.

 Blessings: 
 © 2004 by Vickie Lambdin
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