"My Chapel on the Hill"
from Virtuous Daughters, September 2003~Volume 3, Number 6
Each morn I hiked up to the mount
To pray and seek God’s will.
The darkness gently rolled away
As I started up the hill.
The sky was clear; the air was still
A peace like none before.
The clouds rolled back as if to say,
We’re opening up the door.
The door to Heaven, yes it was
God’s light began to glow.
As I thanked Him for His beauty
His love began to flow.
That time I spent with God
Gave blessings beyond compare.
My morning walks to the chapel on the hill
Were the most wonderful times to share.
I’ll never forget that private place
Where I went to pray each day.
But keep those memories in my heart
Every time I pray.
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