I had reached a lonely hilltop,
All my thoughts were deep despair;
But my burdens were soon lifted
When I found God waiting there.
Evening mist was in the valley,
As I slowly trudged along;
I found peace and sweet assurance
When I found God in a song.
When storm clouds seemed to gather,
As I faced a new-born day,
I found joy beyond the shadows;
God was there along the way.
All those years of searching, longing,
Are faint memory; I am free;
I found joy that’s ever-lasting
When I found God’s love in me.
~ `~ by Bess Darnell McKain ~ ~
Photo taken at Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado