Be Proud Sheep

As I stand in the valley and gaze at the hills I have to accept I am at the lowest of points But knowing I’ll climb, provides me with thrills I’ll then be at the top, with He who anoints It is when we are lowly and sit in despair We raise our heads, in hope, up to the Son We know we are sheep then, in constant care With a high hill to climb, then we have won Be not saddened by stature or position there be Be accepting to the point that it will not bother Let Him hold you in glory and then you will see You’ll be taken to Heaven by He who’s your brother