To you mountains, I give warning
Though you rise in stately wonder,
You shall never know the glory
Nor the strength that comes from Christ.
To you rivers, lakes and streams
Oh so pure and fresh pristine,
Can you fathom just how much
The Lord has washed away our sins?
And to you trees extending high
Forever growing toward the sun,
We shall live well past your death
For the Son has bought us life.
Though this nature may surround us
All believers stand secure,
Not in what the world may offer
But in faith and hope and love.
©1994, Alignment Life