Out I lift up my eyes to the hills—
from where will my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
He who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is your keeper;
the Lord is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
The Lord will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time on and forevermore.
I love the majesty of your mountains.
As I make my way up the highways,
Just the sight of the mountains
Rising in the distance
Makes my heart sing.
Some love the beach;
Some the seas;
Some the lakes and rivers.
But for me,
My heart beats in your mountains.
I think it all began
As a child traveling over the mountains
To visit my grandparents in Tennessee and Kentucky.
Then as a teen going to Montreat youth conferences.
Then as a newlywed hiking in the mountains.
And now as an adult resting, playing, studying, and exploring with my son in Montreat.
I'm reminded of what Dr. Cliff McLeod, Sr (the pastor who baptized me) said,
"Montreat is the first stop on the way to heaven."
I left up my eyes to these hills,
And I am reminded
that You, O Lord are my help.
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