On The Mountain

Written by James Frost:

James A. FrostHow can I be anything but happy,
Knowing what He did for me?
I can but lift my hands in praise
to confirm prayer’s knee.
His forgiveness for my past, for the
future all His power.
Each time I put my hand in His,
I know a finer hour.
Always the doors of a rosy dawn
that swing wide,
To know that never again to
walk alone, He is at my side.
Never one trial too many, never one
pain too much.
Only the dross is consumed, and I
am healed by His touch.
Vinyards in wilderness, in every
dessert eternal springs,
The joy of knowing He has chosen
me, and my heart sings.
For my every cry, a returning
voice comes to me,
One day to know His fullness
in Eternity!

And so, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience; 13bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you, so also should you.   14And beyond all these things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity.  15And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful. 16Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God.  17And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.” (Colossians 3:12-17)

On The Mountain