When hills are on my mind
I think Mt. Everest
Where snow caps brush the sky
Up past the eagles nest
Some feel desire to go
To climb the Matterhorn
Some love the history
Of the seven hills of Rome
But there's a hill much better known
It's not beautiful or high
Not famous for its ruins..
But one condemned to die
They say God's Son was there
And that lonesome road was hard
But He gave His all for man
And He made us sons of God
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
When hills are on my mind
I think Mt. Everest
Where snow caps brush the sky
Up past the eagles nest
Some feel desire to go
To climb the Matterhorn
Some love the history
Of the seven hills of Rome
But there's a hill much better known
It's not beautiful or high
Not famous for its ruins..
But one condemned to die
They say God's Son was there
And that lonesome road was hard
But He gave His all for man
And He made us sons of God
Copyright Louis Brown
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