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Valleys are Preludes to Mountains
When I'm in the Valley, I can see the mountains
I can see the heights, from down there.
I remember the times that He led me to vict'ry
I recall how for me, He did care.
Mountains are grand, and I loved to discover
All the wonderful blessings He gave
The joys and the blessings; oh, how they do cheer me
I'm so grateful that Christ died, to save.
Each one of my needs were provided
Each day He gave me what I need
He showed me His love on the mountains
And His grace is sufficient; indeed
The valley is dark, but it's restful
He's here with me now, that is sure
Refreshed I will be, since He's stays here with me
And this valley I now can endure
I look up above me. I can wish I were there
Or I can choose to cherish today
I can wish that I was up in the mountains
Or accept the things that come my way
For life isn't always a mountain
Where joy and abundance can fill
The valleys can also give blessings
When we see that they're part of His Will.
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