So, where is Jesus when the mountains are tall? When bad turns to worse, and we feel abandoned by all? Has The Lord thrown up His hands, and just walked off? Are we alone in our struggle? As the onlookers scoff. Look back with me, if you will. To the center cross, on Golgotha's hill. His friends now scattered, His Father withdrawn. His adversary rejoicing, as the crowd jeered on. Mine and your sins, laid at His feet. With a chance to come down, He chose no retreat. Does this sound like someone, who would abandon His own? Turn His back on family, as they battle alone. So where is The Lord, when the mountains are tall? He's standing right behind us, so we won't..... fall.
Long ago, in a paradise, Now lost! Stood a tree of good and evil, With but one rule, Do not eat of that tree, at any cost. One man, one woman, One garden to tend! But not long thereafter, Satan entered in. Satan’s words, Were cunning, deceiving and sly! Convincing Eve, To believe a lie! Three in the garden, Two bad choices, one by one! Paradise lost! Now there were none. Paradise lost, Meant man was too. Exiled from the garden, With no way back, what was man to do? Though man be lost, GOD knew what He must do. Plant another tree that would not fall. One that could cover, All that will answer its call! This tree would not be lavish, Or pleasing to the eye. The purpose of this tree, Was entirely to die! Time went on, Until one night in another garden. GOD’s plan took root, For man’s full pardon! This second tree was now ready, To be planted on a hill. As Jesus himself prayed, Not my, but Thy will! They planted the tree on Golgotha’s hill, For less than a day! But it