I feel his presence
On the mountain high
I hear his voice
When I'm still and quiet
When I can't go on
And need his hand
I just look to heaven
And not to man
Gods all Mighty
Will catch our fall
Don't shut him out
Behind that wall
My God in heaven
Knows how I feel
When I'm in despair
God walks the dark hills
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes only too often we think that it is in just the happy times that we can recieve him but we must remember that it was in our darkest hours that he still prayed for us