“The Holy Hills”
The hills of Christ are Holy
The fields of Christ are fair
For one can find the footprints
Of Jesus everywhere
One finds them in the twilight
Beneath the singing sky
Where the shepherds watch in wonder
White planets wheeling by
His trails are on the hillsides
And down the dales and deeps
He walks the high horizons
Where vesper silence sleeps
He haunts the lowly highways
Where human hopes have trod
The Via Dolorosa
Up to the heart of God
He looms, a lonely figure
Along the fringe of night
As lonely as a cedar
Against the lonely plight
The hills of Christ are holy
The fields of Christ are fair
For one can find the footprints
Of Jesus everywhere
I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of, and wherever I have seen the print of his feet in the earth, there I have coveted to put mine also
When Jesus comes, therein the shadows of death shall depart
It is the light that enables us to see the difference between things, and it is Christ who leads the way
Blessings my dearest friends,
Crown the year with your goodness
Comments (5)
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Jan
Absolutely beautiful, thank you. You truly are gifted in your writings.
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Carol Tyler
You certainly have a way with words.
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Jan
I love this, truly beautiful God has blessed you with an amazing gift for writing I shared this on Facebook Thank you for sharing your gift
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Drake
Hi Jan, thank you for your kind words. I always need encouragement!
Naomi
I am so touched by this composition. It reminds me of “Footprints in the Sand.” We are never alone with our Lord by our side. And when there’s only one set of footprints, it’s because He is carrying us🙏❣️