The One I Turn To - Inspirational Writings & Poetry of Julie Pisacane
In The Holy Mountains
There is shelter in His Mountains
And gardens that smell sweet
Gladness fills the hearts of those
As the Shepherd here will greet.
Greet them and offer pastures
That feed His timid sheep
Upon the holy mountains
Guarded in His keep.
Streams sing softly in the light
Quenching the thirst of a fawn
Peaceful is the blessed season
And the gift of every dawn.
Golden flowers are everywhere
A site to behold and see
Perfumed scents, they freely share
Then rise and float to Heaven.
Beautiful are His Mountains,
That nourish the good flock
Led by One who loves them
Our Shepherd and our Rock.
Psalm 87:1 His foundation is in the holy mountains.
Isaiah 40: 11 He shall feed his flock like a Shepherd:
he shall gather the lambs with his arm,
and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those
that are with young.