The Mountains
The mountains meet the dawn
With shining caps of snow.
Their beauty overwhelms me
As I behold their radiant glow.
The valley bows before them,
It seems to know its place.
The river flows in gushing joy
Just to touch their base.
The Lord made the mountains,
He made the valley and river too.
He gave us a beautiful gift to see
To remember His Majesty.
Copyright © Myrna Terrell | Year Posted 2008
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