For Every Valley A Mountain

When God created the mountains,
He made all the valleys beside,
Not to be places of troubled defeat,
But there in His grace to abide.

Compelled, we live in the valleys,
Constrained by the curse of the fall.
But yet for every valley a mountain
Majestically overlooks all.

We clearly see from the mountain
That the valleys do have an end.
And not far beyond, supernal, sublime,
Are delights for all who ascend.

(Refrain)
"Thy righteousness is like the great mountains,"
A refuge from sin and from strife,
Casting its shadow of help and of hope
Across every valley of life.

Copyright 1997 James McAlister

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