If these mountains had eyes they would know the day of your creation
The moment sunrise marked your favor.
If these mountains could talk they would tell the day God thought of you
And breathed life into an empty heart.
If these mountains could walk they would stand just as still
Peaceful knowing presence as you search through rolling hills.
Yes! That majestic old mountain would know plenty about you.
That higher you climb
The greater distance you fall
The higher you climb
That mountain calls.
If these mountains could dance they would rejoice at the rhythm of your name
To songs of memories that holds your truths.
If that old mountain could do anything
It would still be right there
Choosing you.
-Irene Barksdale
