There is a Holy Mountain

There is a Holy mountain
That I must climb
So that I might find
The love I threw away

There is a Holy mountain
That I must climb
Where a steam flows
Pure Holy Spirit

There is a Holy mountain
That I must climb
Because up there is
Where the Lord God waits

The Lord He waits for no man
But He waits on Christ
And makes a footstool
Of the enemy

God’s already done
What He asked of me
Now I am doing
The dance of the free

There is a flowing river
Where all life begins
And the Light shines from
And its all been done

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