When the morning falls on the farthest hill,
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still.
When dark trials come and my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still.
For the Lord our God, He is strong to save
From the arms of death, to the deepest grave.
And He gave us life in His perfect will,
And by His good grace I will praise Him still.
Fernando Ortega
theroastersdaughter 
Ohhhhh, those flowers. And the song. Beautiful. 🙂
Hey, how are you? Thanks for the sweet comment! The song has been such a solace for me over the years, I only wish that I could bring it to mind every time that I lose my bearings! Praying that your Christmas season is merry and bright! Does it snow where you live? It doesn’t here, but I’m not complaining. May God bless you!