How can I live in the Rockies and not believe in God,
For in every mount and pine I see the very hand of God.
The lowers and rocks reflect the beauty of His hand.
The mountain pass or the canyons deep are blue prints of His plan.
I shut my eyes and I see our Savior as He preached from mountain side.
Again I see Him as He prayed, "Not my will, but Thine be done."
There He is on the mountain, a command to us He gives
"Tell others of my saving power and what I did for them."
Yes, how can I live in the Rockies and not believe in God.
Written originally in the Mid 1970's
For in every mount and pine I see the very hand of God.
The lowers and rocks reflect the beauty of His hand.
The mountain pass or the canyons deep are blue prints of His plan.
I shut my eyes and I see our Savior as He preached from mountain side.
Again I see Him as He prayed, "Not my will, but Thine be done."
There He is on the mountain, a command to us He gives
"Tell others of my saving power and what I did for them."
Yes, how can I live in the Rockies and not believe in God.
Written originally in the Mid 1970's
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