Standing on the mountain top
looking down, flying high and
living good.
Life is easy I say, everything
is going my way, money in my
pocket, time to play, so I say,
living in style, going my own way.
But it only lasted a little while.
My fall was hard and fast, down
and down I went, down in the
valley, money all spent.
Down to my knees I went, head
bent low, no where to go. I
cried, dear Jesus, help me with
my load.
I’m going back up on my knees,
His love is sweeter on this road.
Jesus is helping with my load.
By: Bill Vance