My Mountains...

My family has always loved being out in nature.  
When I was little my playground was the forest.
I grew up camping with my entire family; 

grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles 

in the Great Smoky Mountains, in Elkmont Campground.
It’s a heavenly place and one of the few places on earth where I
am truly at peace.  It is inside of me, a part of my soul.  

They are, and forever will be....My Mountains.

My Mountains

Come with me to my mountains so lofty and high.
Listen to the trees and the winds as they sigh.
Feel the damp earth beneath your own two feet.
Never was there a more glorious retreat.
The creek how it laughs as it leaps over stones.
How I love to walk down to the water alone.
The sunlight it splashes into brilliant pools of light.
There simply is not a more beautiful site.
I’ve grown up here in these mountains you see.
My soul is a part of every stone, every tree.
Come with me to my mountains so green, so deep.
Listen to the mountain as it lulls you to sleep.
The sun as it rises through the trees evergreen
A more glorious sight has never been seen.
Come with me to my mountains and see,
What God has created for you, and for me.

By: Amy Hartman York

Psalm 95:1‑7

   Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before Him with thanksgiving and extol Him with music and song. For the LORD is the great God, the great King above all gods. In His hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to Him. The sea is His, for He made it, and His hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for He is our God and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care.