The Mountain

Oh, the times and precious memories, of the days of long ago,
Of the precious Christian people who of Christ let me know.
How can I ever thank them, for they have left the world so?
I can only praise my Jesus, Who has loved them all ~ you know.

I recall the precious people and their loving of the past;
Of their struggle, work, and toil for the things that really last.
In the times of old recounting and the precious memories be,
I have hope and pleasant happiness; for in heaven I shall see.

Oh, most folks are not working for the things eternally.
If they only knew the blessings they receive on bended knee.
Thank my Lord for His revealing and the love He gave to me,
So that others are able to see Him ~ if they only look at me.

So, light you candle on a mountain, that all the world can see.
Then, they won't have to look so hard to find others just like me.
You have seen the flag on Iwo Jima and the men who made it so.
So then, go and climb that mountain, that others they might know.

  Copyright (Howard) Vern Nicholson
             realvern@compuge.com