‘I lift up my eyes to the mountains – where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth’.
Ps 121 NIV

The mountains,
In their glorious majesty,
Speak of your generosity,
Through Jesus your son.

The mountains,
In the shimmering light,
Speak of your presence,
At day, noon and night.

The mountains,
In the quiet solitude,
Speak of your peace,
Far from the multitude.

The mountains,
In the paths they trace,
Speak of your guidance,
Your love and your grace.

The mountains,
In the protection they provide,
Speak of your caring,
Throughout all of our lives.

The mountains,
In the leisure they offer,
Speak of your rest,
In Jesus, our brother.

The mountains,
In their glorious majesty,
Speak of your capacity,
For love into eternity.

Gracious God, we take a moment to bring to mind a place or a scene where we have known the beauty and majesty of your creation and maybe felt the nearness of your presence….

Gracious God, creator of heaven and earth, we praise you for your love and your watch over us all of our lives. We lift our eyes to you, for you know the paths we should take. You will never let us slip and fall. You hold us securely in your hands. We praise you that we always have a way directly to you, loving God,  through Jesus our Saviour. Amen.

Ruth Rushworth