Contemplations

WHEN THE  MOUNTAINS ENVIED A HILL The mountains envied Mt. Zion, Where Christ would fulfill God’s will. Tho’ the mountains thought themselves mighty, They fell short of that little hill. The mountains stood arrayed in beauty, That came from heaven above, By the man being handed a cross, And He formed them with great love. They watched as Jesus carried His cross, And their stones cried out in vain. They witnessed the crucifixion. And they heard Him cry out in pain. They wept when He breathed His last. Huge tears formed waterfalls and fountains. They thought their Creator was gone forever, When He died on the little mountain. They could see from where they towered, That Christ was placed in a tomb. They watched as His mother wailed, At the loss of the fruit of her womb. All at once they began to tremble, As the earth began to quake. The sun refused to shine, And the dead began to a