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A mountain great loomed up ahead, So tall, so steep, so high, And in despair and feeble faith I to the Lord did cry. "Lord please remove that mountain For I'm too weak to climb." He answered gently, "Lean on me, I'll give you strength to climb." So in my daily walk below With mountains high and valleys low, I'll place my hand in His great hand And strength from Him to me will flow. In valleys low He'll always be There by my side to comfort me. Up mountains steep and high and wide, He'll hold my hand, walk by my side. So don't remove that mountain Lord But give me strength to climb, And I shall reach the highest peak With my hand safe in Thine.
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Composed by Isabelle Barton
May 9, 1980.
I was inspired to write this poem after
receiving a Medallion from Dinny Baker
(my sister-in-law), with the words "Don't
remove the mountain Lord" inscribed on it.
