Lost and Found

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had no doubt that I was lost,

I fell and could not stand.
Though I had travelled many days
Across the barren land,
It seemed that I could not escape
The mountain’s circling band.
At first I wept with fear, then I
Began to understand…
I was not lost; I’d found my way
Into Your loving hand.
 
For Yours is every mountain peak,
Each hollow, shaded dale,
And Your love flows through every stream
Along the mountain trail.
Although the path was steep and rough,
Compounded by travail,
Still, in the end, I found my strength
In love that cannot fail.
 
Psalm 95:4
In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.