Russell G. Robison


I like to go out to a hill
Not far from where I live
It’s where I go to talk to Him
And ask Him to forgive

Too often full of anger
And too proud to ever kneel
There came that day I heard Him say
It’s time for me to heal

So here I sit beneath His sky
And let the pain depart
I’d searched so very long
And He was right there in my heart