Imposing mountains loom,
Casting dark shadows
Blocking light needed to bloom
Night and fear enclose,
Summits appear firmly fixed.
Oh but who is He?
The one who spoke creation
The one who parts the sea
The one who sets foundations
The story writer
The one who makes a way
The one who is our lamplighter
Who on the cross his love was displayed
He is the mountain mover
He dispels the blackness
He holds the future
He wipes tears and turns mourning into gladness.
He is the father that walks beside
He is the holy one enthroned above
He is the one who changes the tide
His power is more than enough
He is our inner peace
In him our strivings cease
In him we are found faultless
He is the one who moves the mountains,
Who with a word, sets the stars in place.
He offers living water from his fountain
And pours out upon us, unending grace.
He is the one the hills bow down to.
He is the mountain mover.