Lord Jesus, lead me to that mountain place of stronger light and surer sound where I may see your glory.
The mountain pilgrims climb, up steep valley paths, their clothes covered with everyday dust, and tired in their bones.
The mountain of truth:
"Come, let us climb the Lord's mountain to the house of the God of Jacob, where God instructs us in his ways that we may walk in his paths."
The lovely mountain where lowly sparrows feast, and one day outshines thousands elsewhere because you are there, my God.
The mountain close by, within, that I climb everyday; the holy ground I stand on now.
Light and truth, bright as blinding snow, whom Peter, James and John saw,"Lead me on, and bring me to your holy mountain, to your dwelling place."
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