Dick Curless - His Mountain

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Takin' in all His mountain air and sunshine Lookin' at all of God's creation from on high Smellin' the sweet grass swaying in the gentle wind Feelin' the love in the beauty of His sky For, someday on a white cloud He'll be comin' back To pick up all His people of this world And I'll keep standin' on this mountain rock He's built for me And pray He'll take me through his Father's gates of pearl Just take a walk to any piece of high ground A place where you can see for miles and miles each way Think of all the big and little things that's out there And where Jesus on His mountain died that day Keep together, if you can, His lovin' teachings Be content with His holy word of prayer Love thy neighbor as thyself, and we'll all make it To His mountain in His city over there Takin' in all His mountain air and sunshine Lookin' at all of God's creation from on high Smellin' the sweet grass swaying in the gentle wind Feelin' the love in the beauty of His sky For, someday on a white cloud He'll be comin' back To pick up all His people of this world And I'll keep standin' on this mountain rock He's built for me And pray He'll take me through his Father's gates of pearl And pray He'll take me through his Father's gates of pearl
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