I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus.
I went there to meet him alone.
In silence I climbed up that mountain,
his voice up ahead leading on.
I knew when I reached my dear Saviour,
he’d have all the answers I need.
Blue skies opened up all around me
when Jesus met me at the peak.
Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus,
high above the clouds of my life,
where the Son shone warm on my face,
and my vision was cleared by his light.
I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus;
a trip he required of me.
He sent me by way of a valley;
a way that I never had been.
He knew that I needed to go there,
to find my way back to his grace.
I finally came to the summit
when broken I fell to my face.
Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus,
high above the clouds of my life,
where the Son shone warm on my face,
and my vision was cleared by his light.
I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus.
He carried me there on his wings.
Transfigured, I saw him before me,
as never before I had seen.
My heart overflowed with thanksgiving;
his praises I started to sing.
The world disappeared down below me;
I worshipped my Saviour and King!
Yes, I’ve been to the mountain with Jesus,
high above the clouds of my life,
where the Son shone warm on my face,
and my vision was cleared by his light.
©Deborah Bolack 2004
Came across this from a blog. It's so true isn't it. We have been through mountains and valleys with Jesus. He seems to be there leading us on.
