Lord I’ve never moved a mountain and I guess I never will
All the faith that I could muster wouldn’t move a small ant hill
Yet I’ll tell you, Lord I’m grateful for the privilege of knowing Thee,
And for all the mountain moving down through life you’ve done for me.
When I needed grace to lift me from the depths of deep despair,
And when burdens, pain and sorrow have been more than I could bear;
You have always been my helper to restore life’s troubled sea.
And to move these little mountains that have looked so big to me.
Many times when I’ve had problems and when bills I’ve had to pay
And the worries and the heartaches just kept mounting every day;
Lord, I don’t know you did it, can’t explain the when’s or why’s,
All I know I’ve seen these mountains turn to blessings in disguise;
No I’ve never moved a mountain, for my faith is far too small,
Yet I thank you Lord of Heaven, You have always heard my call,
And as long as there are mountains in my I’ll have no fear,
For the mountain moving Jesus, He shall make them disappear.
Read at Fannie Blake’s Celebration of Life service
Wednesday, August 16, 2017