My Mountain of Hiding

You are my mountain of hiding, Lord
When everything seems to invade
I need to choose which mountain I want to hide in...

I cannot hide in my mountain of troubles, my mountain of worry,
That mountain that puffs itself up in my face,
That constantly screams, “Climb me. “
And entices me with bitterness, resentment, fear, frustration...

Nor can I go to the mountain of this world
Where counsel is only from what is seen on the report,
Where “logic” and “advise” are only from the natural realm.

But there is another mountain that stands before me...
It stands out with radiance...
It is Your mountain, God
That has angels to assist me in the climb,
Angels to minister to me as I dwell there,
Divine supplies, an open portal to heaven...
The mountain of my God
Has a Help...
That not only comes alongside,
But dwells within me...as I abide here...
This mountain sings the song of deliverance, rescue,
It breaths hope and life...
It operates like the kingdom of God
With all the possibilities of heaven...

O God, help my soul to only choose Your mountain to dwell.