Let me tell you what He did for me
With the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve
I cried to my Father, the end of all hope,
“Show me the rope, which way to go”
As I fell asleep He took away my worries
He picked me up and put me on His shoulders

I could see for miles
He showed me that the mountain I’m climbing
Is not a mountain at all
But a gentle slope leading home

There are mountains
towering aheadHe says to me, “These are mine,
Hold my hand you’ll be fine”

“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”
“The mountains are mine”