Soaring high on mountain tops,
extended vastly on eagle wings
wind blows freely through my tuft
renewed vigor in the joy your love brings.

Treading through the deepest, lowest valley;
refreshing springs to cool my weary brow,
Of the life giving streams, I'll quench my thirst
tranquility in any circumstance, I can know.

Soothing, friendly waters or tempest storms
I will keep my eyes on the Master of the sea
walking on water, doing things I never dreamed
for He can calm the turbulence, bring peace to me.

At times it may seem the enemy is gaining ground
When he chases me down, I won't fear, I won't dismay
with confident boldness, I'll turn and look him in the eye
speaking the name of Jesus, he will have to turn away.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morn
Always it seems the darkest, just before the dawn arises
so when twilight falls, I'll wait for your glorious light to shine
Morning tide washes over me, at last I receive my prize.

©TinasHeart 06/12/04

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