Текст Micah Tyler – Headed For The Mountain

Gather my stuff
Pack it on up
Send it down the river
There goes sorrow

And I got no time to look behind
There’s nothing here to see
It’s time to let go
It’s time to move on
I’m headed for the mountain

There’s a prize there for me
There’s a prize there for me
And my treasure has been stored up where
I’ll lay it at His feet
Oh, my Jesus is the prize that waits for me

Right or Left
Each way I step
I find is narrow
But I know
Down in my soul
This is The Way

My eyes are set
On nothing less
Than what is best for me
It’s time to let go
Time to move on
I’m headed for the mountain

There’s a prize there for me
There’s a prize there for me
And my treasure has been stored up where

He’s promised me this
He’s promised me that
Glory Hallelujah
And it’s all good
But what I long for is my King
And I stand behind
The blood of Christ
Now Satan you must flee
Oh, the next stop
Is the mountain top
For me

There’s a prize there for me
There’s a prize there for me
And my treasure has been stored up where
I’ll lay it at His feet
Oh, my Jesus is the prize that waits for me

There’s a prize there for me
There’s a prize there for me
And my treasure has been stored up where
I’ll lay it at His feet
Oh, my Jesus is the prize that waits for me
Oh, my Jesus is the prize that waits for me
Oh, my Jesus is the prize that waits for me