Cutting through the depths of granite, crushing stone along the way,
Even though our God has planned it, it still takes our breath away,
Mountains high and surface rugged, deep crevasses cut within,
Rests the hand of One so tender, who destroys our every sin.

Waters surge and pour refreshment, cleansing all within its path,
Though we simply don’t deserve it, Jesus calms His Father’s wrath,
Takes us to the realms of glory, when our days on earth are done,
In the rock of our salvation, sin is dead, the victory won.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to THE HILLS CRY OUT

  1. ken riddles says:

    Enjoyed the cadence of this poem (and it’s truth).

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  2. Powerful image and message! Kathy, blessings to your Christian writing. Paul’s painting complements it so well. Indeed, our redemption is built upon a most solid rock.

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