Let me tell you what He did for me
With the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve
I cried to my Father, the end of all hope,
“Show me the rope, which way to go”
As I fell asleep He took away my worries
He picked me up and put me on His shoulders
I could see for miles
He showed me that the mountain I’m climbing
Is not a mountain at all
But a gentle slope leading home
There are mountains
towering ahead
He says to me, “These are mine,
Hold my hand you’ll be fine”
I could see for miles
He showed me that the mountain I’m climbing
Is not a mountain at all
But a gentle slope leading home
“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”
-Cool Hand Luke
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