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Lord, I’ve never moved a mountain and I guess I never will. All the faith that I could muster wouldn’t move a small ant hill. Yet I’ll tell you, Lord, I’m grateful for the joy of knowing you, and for all the mountain-moving down through life you’ve done for me.

When I needed some help you lifted me from the depths of great despair. And when burdens, pain and sorrow have been more than I can bear, you have always been my courage to restore life’s troubled sea, and to move these little mountains that have looked so big to me.

Many times I’ve had problems and lots of bills I’ve had to pay. The worries and the heartaches just kept mounting every day. Lord, I don’t know how you did it. I can’t explain the where’s or why’s. All I know, I’ve seen these mountains turn to blessings in disguise.

No, I’ve never moved a mountain, for my faith is far too small. Yet, I thank you, Lord of heaven, you have always heard my call. 

And as long as there are mountains in my life, I’ll have no fear, for the mountain-moving Jesus is my strength and always near.

This is a great prayer to offer and say to the Lord this Lent. 

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