Charles Allen Rogers

Do not cry for me

For today I climbed a mountain.

Every step I took with care;

And when I reached the summit

I discovered God was there.

I heard Him in the rushing wind,

I saw Him in the sky.

I watched His artistry at work

As white clouds drifted by.

I felt His touch as sunbeams bright

Fell warm upon my face;

I gazed in wonder at His works,

Each in its proper place-

The trees, the grass, the lofty heights,

the rocks so rough and steep.

The summit of the hillside and

The valley dark and deep.

The shadows and the sunlight

Making patterns evernew.

Yes, all these wonders I could see

As I beheld the view!

My heart was filled with gratitude

As I was standing there;

The wealth of love within my soul

Made me a millionaire.

When trials and troubles seem to fall

Like raindrops from above,

Come with me to a mountaintop

And find anew Gods love.

For He awaits me there

In His heavenly Loft.

And all those who love

The beautiful mountain top.

So, do not cry for I'm not gone

I'm just in God's Land-where I belong.

By Gwyne