| |
| (About an evangelist |
| - too busy seeking fame - |
| neglected his family and
friends.) |
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| I stood alone on a mountain top |
| With darkness all around |
| My heart longed for the sights of old |
| Or even one familiar sound. |
| |
| Then, as a scroll, across the sky |
| My life passed in review |
| In quest for fame and fortune |
| I'd passed by friends and family too. |
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| I bowed my head in deep despair |
| "Oh, God", I cried, "Are You for real?" |
| And from across the chasm came |
| "Come unto me, I love you still." |
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| With arms outstretched I saw Him there |
| Upon another mountain top |
| Oh, how I longed to go to Him |
| But between us was that chasm's drop. |
| |
| And then a bridge began to form |
| From one peak to the other |
| A voice beside me sweetly spoke, |
| "I'll take you across, dear brother. |
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| For, you see, this bridge is really the cross |
| On which I paid for your life one day |
| And if you'll put your trust in me |
| I'll lead you safely all the way. |
| |
| Then, on the other mountain peak |
| I saw my children, wife, and friends |
| "But we started out together", I cried, |
| "And whose to say where the journey ends?" |
| |
| "Remember the sign posts along the way?" |
| He lovingly reminded me now |
| "You chose the one marked 'Do it Yourself' |
| And said you'd win by the sweat of your brow." |
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| "Please take me to them now", I begged |
| "I've gained my heights in wealth and fame |
| But I'm so lonely I could die |
| Please save me now, in Jesus' Name." |
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| No, it isn't a true experience |
| It isn't even a dream. |
| It's a message that touched my heart |
| Derived from a pastor's theme. |
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| But, friend, we all have mountains to climb |
| And the difference in the end |
| Depends on whether or not you start |
| With Jesus Christ as your Friend. |
