Strolling to a quiet place up on
a hill,Where I love to go for my
mind to rid its burdens,and them
to the Lord I give.
One day I prayed so hard upon this
hill,The Holy Ghost stopped by and
me it filled,For I went up there to
pray for others whom I wanted Jesus
to heal,It got so good to me I forgot
where I lived.
The sun went down and my party with
jesus was still going down,It felt
good that day to rejoice and praise
Jesus upon this hill.
Never set your heart to say it can't
be filled,Cause I know for a true
fact,It hit me upon my private time
hill.
God is good no matter where we live,
I'll praise Him where ever I go and
not just upon that hill.
I found joy,peace,love and happiness
when I was up on that hill....