Timberline High
Where do I go,
only God can know,
lost in my mind,
far above the timberline.
Exploring new land,
there’s endless sand,
where clouds billow,
with whispering willow.
Music takes me there,
beautiful harmony fair,
every beat of the drum,
like a soft sweet hum.
That’s the place,
with God’s amazing grace,
where He plants a seed,
providing what I need,
way up on timberline high,
where I hear...God sigh.
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