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Have you been to the High Places,
The High Places…with our LORD;
Stood upon those mountain peaks,
So very close to our God?

Then, you know the feeling,
Wishing that others…too;
Those down in the valley,
Were able to see the awesome view.

How can we ever tell them,
The view from way up there;
What better way…to go down,
Our testimony…share.

To leave the High Places,
A sacrifice…it would seem;
Unless…of course…He sent us,
For this has always been His theme.

Like a stream…flowing down,
Nourishment…to others…bring;
As He's done for us…our,
Lord of lords and King of kings.

Softly trickling..at the start,
Over rocks…downward dropping;
Other streams begin to merge,
Together…they are flowing.

Now, a widening river,
Coursing down and down;
Small boulders taking with it,
Now, it's rushing towards the town.

We've been to the High Places,
We've a lot to share;
Our enthusiasum mounting,
We want to show others that we care.

This river…many tributaries,
Now, flowing together…as one;
Flows out..across the countryside,
To parched land…it does come.

The Word of our Testimony,
Spreads across the land;
Like a river…bringing,
Spiritual nourishment to the land.

We have an obligation,
To pass on…what we've received;
To tell the Good News,
That others, too…may believe.

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Dec. 21, 2000

Aimee Love
(LHG)