THE LONELY
HILL
In the beginning God stood in
the stillness and spoke His creative words:
"Let there be
light, and let the heaven's appear"
Then with Him mighty and He
scooped up the canyons; with His fingers traced the courses for the
rivers; made the mountains stand tall and still.
But then a slight trace of
sadness same into His eyes:
As He made a
small, lonely Hill.
Then he said, "Let us make man
into our own image,
And give him dominion over
all;
We will walk together in the
cool of the evening,
And I'll help him if he should
fall;
But I want him to love me
because he really wants to;
To walk with Me by his own
will:
And then a slight trace of
sadness came back into His eyes,
As He looked
toward that small, lonely hill.
Then late one evening, God came
to the garden,
He said, "Adam, Adam, wherefore
art thou?"
The birds hushed their singing;
in the garden there was silence;
You could sense it, for
something had died;
Then God said, "I love them and
I won't let them go."
Then a shadow on that hillside
appeared;
For a man hung there dying;
crying "I thirst,"
But God turned
His face toward that small, longely Hill.
Now I thank God for his rivers;
and I thank Him for His mountains;
And His heaven: how my heart
alwals will;
But when I walk into that city
where the saved will all praise Him,
I thank Him for that small,
lonely hill,
Yes, I'll thank God, for
Calvary's hill.